#(She'd probably dance tbh)

[more-than-a-princess]

"It truly is the perfect date! Not too hot, not too cold: all you need is a light jacket."

#more-than-a-princess dashcomm #more-than-a-princess crack #(I couldn't not post this today for reasons) #(I believe she'd answer such a question like this) #(That said: Sonia would be an excellent beauty pageant competitor) #(Though she'd struggle most at the talent section) #(Rattling off serial killer facts unfortunately does not count as a talent) #(She'd probably dance tbh)

[hijackalx]

BG3 NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

characters included: halsin, minthara, jaheira, gortash

*dark content warning for gortash*

HALSIN

SIZE DIFFERENCE

OBVIOUSLYYYY lmao. he loves how small u are in comparison to him. i mean everything about him is large— hands, arms, chest, thighs. also, i feel like he likes that he has to help u when u take control because ur smaller or weaker than him. like, when he has to subtly help u pin his wrists by moving them in the direction u want lol

THIGH RIDING

this also plays into the size difference thing. like his thigh is just so big/muscular, and he loves watching u grind on it (or he can bounce his knee to help u get off too). the type to grab u by ur hips and assist u when ur rhythm starts to stutter. he also loves the wet spot that forms in ur underwear if u keep them on 💗

DEEP THROATING/FACESITTING

OK HE LOVES BOTH like i said everything about him is large (😈) so he loves to see u try to swallow him whole. the way u gag and struggle to take him in is soooo hot to him. also all the drool that spills out of ur mouth 🤤🤤 as for facesitting u better sit ur ass tf DOWN !! HE CAN TAKE IT !! lovessss when u grind on his face/mouth, also loves to squeeze ur ass during it

THREESOME

THIS MAN IS GENEROUS !!! LOVES to share !! always wanting to invite people to have sex with y'all. he feels like it's so much more fun and also loves to watch u get fucked/have u watch him get fucked. will want to do spit roasting too.

SWINGING

sooo into exchanging partners with other couples. or just fucking other people in general. of course he won't do this if u don't want to though. but he gets really excited if u do 😹😹 probably gets off while sharing ur experiences with each other

MINTHARA

KNIFE PLAY

likes the way u shake and whimper as she brings her knife close to ur skin. will leave small cuts and want to carve her initials into ur skin. also slightly into bloodplay too ?? i feel like she'd be into smearing ur blood on her hands and making u clean them off with ur tongue OOF

BONDAGE

she would absolutely cast web and use it as bondage restraints LMAO. will have u in some crazyyy positions too. kind of in a shibari way but with webs. the webs are actually pretty gentle though and have some give so she's not like, totally sadistic with it 😌💗

DACRYPHILIA

SHE DOES LIKE TO SEE U CRY THOUGH LMAO like something about how weak/pathetic u look turns her on so bad— as long as SHE'S the one that made u cry. if it's because of somebody or something else it's lowkey a boner killer for her 😹😹😹 will say really horrible, mean things to try to bring u to tears and then get wet af. will not comfort u after either

GAGGING

likes to use a ball gag but will honestly use whatever she has at the moment. a rag or her fingers even. she likes that u can't speak and can only moan/whimper. also into the way u drool. will purposely ask u questions and then punish/degrade u for not being able to answer

BOOT WORSHIP

LOVESSS making u kiss her boots. will want to hold u down with her boot and make u praise her endlessly. or step on ur face. might even be into giving u a little kick in the diaphragm if u want 😹😹😹

JAHEIRA

MIRROR SEX

WILL WANT TO BE FUCKED IN FRONT OF A MIRROR!!!! with her face pressed against it while she's getting backshots or even with one propped up beside the bed so she can watch how good she looks while she rides u. lowkey will put on a show for herself and get off to it 😹😹

LINGERIE

loves lingerie of all kinds. the garter straps on her thighs are her favorite part tbh. probably prefers to wear black or red— like classically sexy colors. also probably likes it if u wear some too, and will want to keep it on for the full duration of the sex. LOVES lace

STRIPPING

^^ ALTHOUGH.... she also really likes to strip for u. like going nice and slow while u try to restrain urself lol. will probably give u a lap dance too and is pretty playful with it sometimes. particularly loves to see how u get progressively more horny the longer she takes, also into seeing u touch urself a little bit during it too

NIPPLE PLAY

sucking on/playing with her nipples is a MUST. HUGEEEE erogenous zone for her. can probably cum from nipple stimulation alone. likes when u make it hurt a little too, like pinching or twisting them

DEGRADATION

kind of into u calling her names.... like whore or slut. tell her she's a dirty whore while u pull her hair and fuck her from behind. will also talk down to u if ur not really doing the best job LMAO like u better fuck her right or ur gonna get it 😹😹 she'll straight up be like "is that the best u can do?" or "this is pathetic."

BONUS:

GORTASH

BREEDING

HE NEEDS HEIRRRSSSS !!! ALWAYS wants to cum inside. an actual babymaking MONSTER like he cums so much its crazy. loves to see u stuffed full of his cum, it really makes him feels accomplished after all of his hard work 💪🏻💯😹

DADDY DOM

he is so into being called daddy. depending on the context he’ll get rock hard but also likes if u call him that outside of sex too. u can basically get anything u want from him if u add a ‘please daddy’ at the end of it— like he just can’t bring himself to say no. he’ll do anything for u to keep calling him that lol

*** DUBCON ***

DEFINITELY into coercing u/figuring out ways to get what he wants. likes when u get overstimulated and start telling him it’s too much or trying to push him away (u do have a safeword). also the fact that he can overpower u if he wants gets him sooo hard

POWER PLAY

LOVESSS having u at his beck and call. the more pliant and submissive u are the better. won’t do this outside of the bedroom unless u want to or if u initiate it since he prefers the idea of only him being able to see u like that. he’s the only one you’ll roll over for, so to speak lol

COLLARING

makes a special collar for u with expensive imported materials and shit lmao. thinks u look absolutely gorgeous in it and will tell u that all the time. loves the way u gasp when he sharply tugs on its leash. will also tug on it while giving u backshots. likes how it chokes u a little bit too, and the bruises it leaves behind when he’s too rough with it

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

#my headcanons #halsin #halsin x reader #minthara #minthara x reader #jaheira #jaheira x reader #enver gortash #enver gortash x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanons #bg3

[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

So i have this idea:

If the roles ended up switching up and the ones to give the bouquet/mermaid pendant were the bachelor(ette)s instead of the farmer, how exactly would they do it, and how would it go? 🤔🤔

Bachelor/ettes Giving the Mermaid Pendant

I'll do the general bouquet giving in a different headcanon.

Bachelors:

Sam

He's really giddied over the whole situation. He takes you to a private spot by the lake near Marnie's. You guys have a little picnic under the stars before he pops the question. If you say yes, he gives you the biggest smile and an even bigger hug. If you say no, he quietly packs up the picnic and goes home.

Elliott

Basically, his ten-heart event. He takes you out over a coral reef and you guys spend some time making pretty dried coral jewelry or taking about his latest book before he pulls the pendant out of his pocket and asks you. He tries to get down on one knee, but the boat is so rocky he nearly tips you guys over. If you say yes, he gives you a cheesy romantic kiss on both cheeks. If you say no, he acts not that bothered, takes you to shore, and cries about it.

Sebastian

He's way too nervous to do some big thing like Elliott does. Much more likely is you guys will be chilling in his room, playing games and eating snacks, when all of a sudden, he goes really quiet. You ask him what's up, and he pulls out the pendant. If you say yes, he kind of smiles to himself and goes even quieter (if you're sitting next to each other he might lean into you a bit). If you say no, he goes (somehow) even quieter and sinks into the couch a bit.

Harvey

He'll take you out of town to a nice restaurant. It's a real classic time. You guys dance a bit and have a really expensive dinner. Despite his limbs disintegrating from age (/j), he still manages to get down on one knee. If you say yes, he takes you for another dance (he totally requested a song to play when he gives the person a nod). If you say no, he becomes a lot more like his serious doctor side and says it's time for you guys to go home.

Shane

Like Sebastian, he sort of just gives it to you out of nowhere. However, unlike Sebastian, he's secretly been carrying it around for months waiting for the perfect opportunity. It probably happens while you guys are making jokes in Marnie's chicken coop. You turn around to move Charlie and turn back to see him holding it out in front of you. If you say yes, he gives you a big smooch. If you say no, he gets all defensive and goes to his room.

Alex

Pretty much the same as Sebastian. You guys are chilling somewhere when out of the blue there's this thing sitting in your lap. If he really wanted to, he'd take you to the saloon (aka his ten-heart event), but I have a feeling he'd be too scared of getting his heart broken. If you say yes, he'll spin you around in a hug. If you say no, he gets all teary-eyed and calls it a night.

Bachelorettes:

Penny

You guys have taken a trip out of town to a flower farm. You're, of course, in the middle of a bunch of roses when she shyly asks if she can share something with you. You agree, and she takes out the mermaid pendant. If you say yes, she sort of just stands there all smiley and doing the classic shy girl pose. If you say no, she uses the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom and breaks down in tears.

Leah

I don't know why, but I have this feeling she'd leave it on your bedside table when you're asleep. She wants you to have time to think about your answer rather than put you on the spot like that. If you do tell her yes, she gives you a kiss and a hug (and probably reveals a sculpture of your wedding cake topping TBH). If you say no, she just nods and says she respects your decision. She's chill like that.

Abigail

You guys are doing something wild like bungee jumping when you look to your right and she's holding the pendant in her hand with the biggest grin on her face (she probably drops it LMAO). Honestly, she looks like one of those videos of a dog's skin getting flapped about in the wind. If you say yes, she gives you a smooch and (if she can) does a little victory dance. If you say no, she nopes outta there as quick as she can.

Maru

Maru panics over it like crazy. She NEEDS everything to be perfect, or else she just might go mad. In the end, you guys are taking a walk in the forest during the night when there 'just so happens' to be a perfect stargazing spot set up on what 'just so happens' to be the night of a meteor shower that 'just so happens' to be starting any minute. If you say yes, she leans into you and says thank you while you guys watch the meteors. If you say no, she's still gonna watch the meteor shower with you because goddamn if that didn't take weeks' worth of stress to set up.

Emily

You're at a festival dancing and out of nowhere she goes 'hey, wanna get married?' You can barely hear her over the loud music and it's kind of just a 'what?' situation. Like, 'yeah, let's get married!' she says as she randomly takes out a mermaid pendant. If you say yes, she does a little cheer and continues dancing with you. If you say no, she just leaves (she's probably drunk at that moment).

Haley

She's taking photos of you in a bridal gown for a magazine company out in the fields of your farm. You have what you think is a fun little mock wedding, when she pulls out a mermaid pendant. You look up and she's got a never-before-seen sensitivity to her. If you say yes, she gives you a good ol' kiss on the lips and throws whatever else if near her (likely grass) like it's a bouquet. If you say no, she gets a little sour as a defense mechanism and thanks you for the photos.

-~-~-

#ieatsmallorphansnamedtom #sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #headcanons #sdv sam #sdv elliott #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv bachelors #stardew valley sam #stardew valley elliott #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley shane #stardew valley alex #stardew valley bachelors #sdv penny #sdv leah #sdv abigail #sdv maru #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv bachelorettes #stardew valley penny

[thorias]

So I know I've been fixated on this, but the more I think about it, the more signs are pointing to the timeline getting reset. Upon rewatch, there are just so many things about the events of ep5 that simply don't add up if this was meant to be permanent.

First, there was that weird psychic blast that hit Madelyne/Jean right before the attack. What was that about? Could it have been Cable? Possibly. But it seems awkward when it happens right before he shows up in the flesh anyway, so my guess is it had to do with someone else. But who?

It might be a stretch, but given what happened in ep6 with Xavier on his way back to Earth now, I could see it being Charles trying to warn them from the future via time travel tech. I might be way off base on that one, but we've certainly seen weirder things happen.

Also, Rogue wearing a version of her famous first-date-with-Remy dress in the comics only to dance with Magneto while Remy dies without knowing that she'd chosen him is a detail that stands out like a sore thumb. That didn't happen by accident. This was a very deliberate choice by the writers and unless the point of it was to just be intentionally cruel to Gambit AND Romy fans, (and I kind of doubt it was) this is going to come back somehow. These writers have been very reverential to the comics and they had to have known how fans would react to that. If those events aren't going to change so Rogue dances with Gambit instead, (paying off that line in ep1 about suffering her hand for a dance) then why do it this way? To heartbreakingly end one of the most iconic and popular relationships from X-MEN TAS, which was built up over 5 seasons, with no payoff at all? How is that an ending that would satisfy anybody?

Maybe I've got my tinfoil hat on a little too tight right now, but I just don't see any way that this is going to stick. I don't know if the attack will be prevented entirely, (probably not, tbh) but something about that night is going to be changed. You don't establish that the whole reason Cable's here is to stop the attack and then have him completely fail at stopping it.

Maybe Cable, Xavier and Forge put their heads together, get Cable's tech working properly and manage to warn everyone in time to make a difference.

In fact, I read a brilliant theory the other day that Xavier would use Madelyne/Jean as psychic conduits to make the X-men and everyone at the gala remember what happened before the attack starts, giving them enough of a heads up to save themselves. And ep5 was literally titled 'Remember It'; I mean, it could be more perfect.

AND since Sinister was behind the attack, how fitting would it be for Cable (the product of Sinister's machinations) to be the one who thwarts him?

What if Cable and Xavier manage to warn everyone in time, all the mutants of Genosha band together with the X-men to take the Wild Sentinel down and then afterward the gala happens, but with Rogue dancing with Remy this time?

I don't know... that's probably wrapping things up too neatly (and the teases of Remy becoming Death are piling up fast, so we can't rule that out) and I'm sure there are going to be consequences to the Sentinel attack that stick even if they do reset things, but narratively, this would make a lot of sense, not to mention finish the story in a way that doesn't leave Gambit/Romy fans utterly depressed and miserable.

#x men 97 #fingers crossed #gambit #remy lebeau #rogue #anna marie lebeau #romy #cable #xavier #x men the animated series #rogue x gambit #cable get your ass back here and fix this shit

[ccaramel-llow]

I present to you: A request featuring Jax, Zooble, Gangle, and Caine with a musician s/o because DAMMIT it sounds adorable

Reader’s a goofy fella, real silly, they can play a BUNCH of instruments, sing well, dancing, they love it

but they can be a shut in sometimes 👉👈

seeing as Zooble does the theme song (and has to rework it when someone new shows up-) and I just get the vibes you can’t convince me that Zooble isn’t at least a little bit of music nerd /lh /j

(i am also a music nerd tbh, Thats why me and zooble are marri WOAH WHO SAID THAT)

JAX

. Honestly he'd ask you to to play an instrument over someone while their speaking because hes a little evil shit you know?

. Makes fun of you and says your music sucks when he secretly loves it when you play.

, He finds you attractive and hot if you play the guitar while screaming angst-y shit if your emo like that/j , but he bullies you for doing that as well.

, He'd ask you to teach him how to play the drums while your speaking to someone. not because hes jealous or anything, Nope. He is.

, He sucks ASS and DOG SHIT at dancing. Expect him to step on your feet if you try to dance together.

, Since you're a "shut in" He tries to get you out more but then later gives up and just comes into you're room or personal business without warning to smother you with his so called " Love language " (Which is just bothering you until you yell at him to shut the fuck up)

, Hides in your room to listen to you play, Or sits outside your room just so he can hear you play.

, Loves it when you sing, He has to fight his demons and intrusive thoughts (he wants to sing along with you to rizz you up COU-)

, Beats up and bullies anyone who says you aren't great at playing, Dancing, Etc.

" My lover IS the best musician here. Wanna repeat that you little s(*&$! ?"

ZOOBLE

, They pretend like they don't care. Like at all.

, Although, In reality they care and love your music a lot! They even ask you to teach them how to play an instrument

, Zooble would always listen and be there for you when you played, Enjoying the soft/Rough melody of a song that you were presenting for them in a private space.

, Tell's everyone to shut up when your about to play, And mask's their excitement with anger.

, Their eye's shine when you pull out an instrument and their eyes go dull whenever you weren't gonna play.

, Ask's you to play a song sometimes when their in a bad mood.

, Zooble also cannot dance for jack SHIT. Do not try to teach them how to dance. They'll go insane i swear.

, Since you're a shut in, She always asks if you're busy or not, Or if your comfortable or stressed before asking to play a song because they dont want you to get overwhelmed.

, Adores your voice, And always secretly makes sure you dont over stress your voice out.

, Compliments you when you're finished singing.

" You did great out there. Uh, Hope you dont mind teaching me how to play soon?... "

GANGLE

, She LOVES It when you play calming melodies using your preferred instrument.

, Probably asks you to play the violin as she stares at you with heart shaped eyes.

, Would go feral on Jax if he breaks your instrument on purpose and cry with you in your room trying to comfort you.

, Smothers you with a lot of compliments when you are finished playing.

, Rants about you often to show you off and because you cant get off her mind.

, She smiles brightly when you play an instrument.

, I feel like she'd be an okay dancer!! She'd ask you to dance every now and then, But if you dipped her during dancing she'd be extremely flustered and her eyes would turn into the shape of a heart.

, Likes to hum along with you while you sing. Gangle really is inlove with your voice and starts to just doze off while admiring you.

" (Name) Is the very best person i had ever met... I hope xey play more melodies soon!! I love it when they sing.... BUT YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM M-"

CAINE

, He would honestly go ' AWOOGA HOT DAMN ' all over you.

, Can play piano, Please let him duet with you.

, Stares at you with lovey dove-y goo goo eyes while playing, Admiring you as you both play, Definitely not imagining you guys making out.

, Like Gangle, He too smothers you with compliments but extreme. Like, He's peppering your face with teeth kisses if given consent.

, Since he's short, He'd love to dance with you!! He has to float if your too tall, But if your the same height, He attempts to pull the spin and dip move on you to rizz you up.

, ADORES YOUR SINGING. SING FOR HIM PLEASE.

, He always records you singing and listens to you singing in his free time while thinking about you.

, Would always try to get you to open up since your a shut in. If your always in your room, He always tries to get you out because he's afraid you would reach your breaking point and abstract. He cant lose you.

" My dearest is the absolute best at playing instruments, Dancing, And all that stuff... Oh how much i love xem.... What do you mean they aren't?"

#digital circus #tadc zooble #tadc x reader #tadc #tadc gangle #tadc jax #tadc gangle x reader #tadc jax x reader #musician reader #x reader #fluff #romantic x reader #slightly obsessive? #Idk #tadc caine

[modawg]

major yap warning; deep dive into parecabeth (parent!percabeth)

what age were we thinking percabeth would have kids ?

to me annabeth has always been such a planner that i always thought she'd plan all that out, like on their wedding night annabeth pulls out like three binders with ages on the front '20-30's, 30's-40's' and is like "bitch you better be ready"LMAO, though i KNOW percy is DYING to have children i also know percy would def respect her decision to have kids a little later after she's settled in her career

i think i always saw them (having a girl teehee) in their early 30's and i will always stand by the at home dad percy would def be

like maybe up until their ready he works to save; working maybe at an aquarium or some other random places that work with his skills (also dependent on what he actually goes to college for) then once annabeths secure they have their first kid percy stays home and writes his books based on the stories he would tell his daughter (like rick did)

this also gives them another source of income; he prob uses a fake name (cough rick riordan cough) so he doesn't get like stalked or smth but its still nice money to have

i think they'd have a simple two, maybe two girls (teehee) and reference camp as their other kids; their kids growing up surrounded by hundreds of other demigod kids along with the kids of their friends

i once read this fanfic where annabeth designed and built the home they have kids in and i agree with that deeply i think she would get pregnant right as the house would finish up and use the rest of her pregnancy to decorate and really home it up until she gave birth

i think they would stay close to NYC to be closer to sally and paul (and prob annabeths job too) but it would be further away from the city and closer to Montauk

I think that house (and family tbh) would be the pillar for everyone else like most of the time if their friends want to see them they go there rather then the other way around

they probably have cookouts every other weekend, porch jams into the night when apollo kids come to visit, i think the house def has enough room for guests, demigods dropping by every so often for a place to stay but I also think its common curtesy to not try and pry like they don't try to get them to join they just come to shower, to get some wisdom and leave; I think having percy and annabeth as parents would cause a shift in CHB like they always do, percabeth is literally the next generation of adult greek demigods even if they aren't the first to have kids they're the first since the first war to LIVE this long, and to have a fulfilling life that they're willingly sharing with CHB and i think that would really start to give greek demigods hope pushing them more towards the future CJ has (GOD I LOVE THEM)

speaking of room; theres a guest room on the first floor with big windows and house plants that they call the g-room for green room, built for the man himself, g-man. Juniper and Grover come to visit alllllll the time (along with tyson) like its basically their second house, everyone refers to their kids as cousins and even when they grow up theres no questioning that

^ jumping back to having kids i could def see apollo blessing annabeth with an easy pregnancy, safe birth, and quick recovery; i could see percy and annabeth telling CHB and CJ just a couple days after and them pulling up to camp with a big, but quiet, celebration; big feasts and sentimental presents, i could see CHB burning shrouds like they did after their first quest all beautifully embroidered, the campfire dancing with different colors from everyones emotions

i wish we knew more about CJ traditions but i know they would have a feast too and it would be like unlocking the next level being able to explore CJ from the new lighting of parenthood; they probably have an honorary small house gifted to them so they can come and visit whenever but i feel like most friends would come to CHB for the bigger celebration first

god and don't get me started on the hunters GOD i just know thalia is BAWLINGGG and she def comes to visit all the time bc she's probably the god-mother like how grovers probably the god-father

and i know that convo was a hard one having literally everyone in the room crying when they asked

#parecabeth tm #yap sesh #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heros of olympus #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth and percy #annabeth chase #thalia grace #grover underwood #camp half blood #camp jupiter #hunters of artemis #percabeth

[illubean]

Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Characters: Chamber, Gekko, Iso, Jett, Killjoy, Neon, Phoenix, Raze, Sage, Skye, Viper, Yoru Type: Headcanons

HAHA help me valorant brainrot >.< also this is based off of my hs experience soooo yeah

Warnings: none

Chamber

your typical pretty boy

all the girls love him all the boys hate him

well...most of the girls love him

they follow him around to classes or offer him gifts or ask to sit with him at lunch etc.

and he eats up the attention every time

he's lab partners with Viper in Environmental Sciences and he likes trying to flirt with her

she actually hates him btw

Gekko

canonically he skateboards

but honestly? I can see him being on the dance team

he's so high energy, he needs some sort of outlet

he never misses an opportunity to show off his dance moves

homecoming? prom? he is the center of the dance circle

like Raze, he doesn't know how popular he is

he's just happy to have so many good friends that it doesn't even actually occur to him that he's considered "popular"

Iso

he's an ap art kid

like he walks around with a big ass sketchbook every day

always talking about his portfolio

Iso baby ily but please shut the fuck up about oil paints <3

he probably volunteered part of his summer break to come in and paint a mural for the school

I think he'd also take a piano class as like a schedule filler but he actually gets crazy good at it

Jett

pe tryhard

if you end up on the opposite team as her while playing dodge ball good luck 😓

she's always picked as team captain because literally no one else is excited as she is

she's sorta like Hairo from Saiki K 💀

she gets a lil mad when her teammates don't try

Killjoy

she's in robotics club

she's not very popular but that doesn't bother her at all

she heads straight to and from every class and spends her lunch period in the workshop unless Raze drags her off somewhere

not a lot of people actually know who she is, and if they do they just know her as 'Raze's Friend'

i think she'd remind the teacher about the homework and hit you with the "erm actually 🤓" tbh

Neon

she's on track and field/cross country

after every meet you can find her laying on the floor somewhere ready to puke bc she tries so hard to win 😭

she always ends up top 5 tho

she complains about practice but joins the team every year anyways

she carries her bag around all the time and if you open it there's like 10 water bottles in there

#hydratedqueen

Phoenix

theater kid DUHH

he's probably drama club president or sumn

bro will NOT let go of a specific song from a musical he was in his freshman year and it wasn't even his song 💀

he's been in every show every year and somehow he manages to land every role he wants

he's insanely good at the game 'bang' (mostly because he's louder than everyone else...)

he probably plans/hosts the cast parties too

Raze

she doesn't care much about her grades

she does the bare minimum and gets straight Cs

she's just here to have fun

everyone likes her because of her approachable personality

she doesn't think she's popular but she is

Sage

she's in the medical assistant class

she takes it very seriously, as she plans on going to medical school

even before taking the class she carries a first aid kit and other essentials everywhere she goes

you need a bandaid? ibuprofen? a pad or tampon? she has it all

she's also ASB president

school events literally would not be able to run without her

lets just say her college applications/resume will look REALLY good...

Skye

she also took medical assistant but was less crazy about it than Sage

she just follows her friend's lead

she thinks the skills are useful but she doesn't see herself making it her career

but also I think she would play volleyball

she's a well rounded player but specializes most in defense

still, don't underestimate her bc this girl can SPIKE

Viper

she took every ap science class offered without taking the general ones first

she complains about getting any grade below an A...

"What are you talking about? That test was easy"

sorry not everyone is as smart as you Sabine 😑

she spends all her free time at chem tutoring (even though she doesn't need it)

Yoru

he thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he walks down the halls but he doesn't

everyone just thinks his mad all the time and stay out of his way 😭

randos try to pick fights with him bc he "looked at them wrong" (Yoru wins every time)

he's not exactly a 'quiet kid' but he does lay low when it comes to the social part of school

despite his 'bad boy' look, he has pretty good grades

he's also probably one of those guys that a handful of girls have a crush on but he has no idea

#viper valorant #valorant viper #valorant x reader #valorant sage #valorant #valorant skye #valorant iso x reader #valorant iso #iso x reader #iso x you #iso valorant #valorant yoru #yoru valorant #yoru x reader #valorant phoenix #phoenix valorant #phoenix x reader #valorant jett #jett #jett valorant #jett x reader #valorant raze #raze valorant #raze x reader #valorant killjoy #killjoy valorant #valorant neon #neon valorant #neon x reader #valorant gekko

[twogyuu]

seventeen for the holidays

pairing: svt x reader (?) (me tbh lmfao)

synopsis: would my family approve of svt if i brought them home for the holidays?

a/n: delulu hours open 24 hours today!!!! ✨

'tis the season to be lonely and single for the holidays once again, so i wrote this for shits and giggles. mostly pertains to my family dynamics (both nuclear and extended). completely self-indulgent. don't take anything seriously please! will likely delete later lol. im embarrassed fjksdlfj

. . . .

seungcheol:

imma be honest - i think my mom would be a smidge SUS of him at first, but eventually warm up to him. a little too good to be true (i mean aren't they all LOL), a little too pretty yet somehow handsome, very cordial, a little too clingy when she knows i don't like clingy- it doesn't make sense, but when she sees him taking care of me and getting along with everyone else, she'll approve. the asian aunties would be ALL OVER him fr fr. my uncles would think he's a respectful young man and give the approving nods/grunts. my cousins would think he's cool. all around, just a great guy 💓

. . . .

jeonghan:

confused - that's it. everyone would be confused. lots of questions about how we met would be asked before giving approval (or the lack thereof). as beautiful as he is, jeonghan isn't the type i usually go for. he'd just be so left field lol.

. . . .

joshua:

model boyfriend™️ - probably would wonder if i ordered him some underground ai manufacturer until he's hanging out with younger cousins and starts doing his 'love shot' grandpa dancing during karaoke with my drunk younger auntie.

. . . .

jun:

yes - what more do i need to say? he's like what they said in 'goldilocks and the three bears': just right 💙

. . . .

soonyoung:

he is very shy around people he doesn't know, so at least for the first few hours of the gathering, i'd expect him to be kinda bashful but so fucking endearingly so. i think people would ADORE him though, especially my older aunties. my uncles might be a little off-put and brush him off. my cousins would be confused, but maybe less so than jeonghan. they'd all be fooled into thinking he's some sweet boy my straightforward ass coerced into a relationship 😭 my mom might be a little questioning at first because he's so shy and got that kinda corny and innocent/childish feel to him, but ultimately decide he's a nice boy and approve 🫶🏻 honestly the only member of bias line i think she'd approve of- by the end of gathering, everyone will be wondering why my cousin's two-year-old is crawling around growling, holding her hands out like she's a tiger.

. . . .

wonwoo:

in some ways, i feel like wonwoo is the type of guy my entire family would expect me to date. he has that black cat energy that matches my own, also a very mature, polite, serious, quiet confidence kind of presentation (not that he is or isn't - but the he carries himself if that makes sense), they think i'm into. not that it's a bad thing - he's just not . . . my type??? they don't know i don't go for guys like this dkfjslkdf so if i did bring him home, no one would be fazed at all.

. . . .

jihoon:

scared af - does he like us? does he hate us? the world will never know until he releases a diss track about this holiday party-. would be considered tall in my family and fit in just right :D

. . . .

minghao:

HONESTLY ID LOVE TO BRING HIM TO A FAMILY GATHERING HAHAHAHA. ppl need a slice of his sassiness and judgment - looking at you cranky aunties, uncles, and cousins who keep trying to hook me up with your distant nephews/cousins 🥲

. . . .

seokmin:

1000000% - a perfect blend of sugar, spice, and everything nice. the fam would LOVE this man to pieces, except maybe my mom - she'd be hard to crack because that's just her personality, but i think seokmin can do it. as long as we keep the alcohol away-💀

. . . .

mingyu:

mingyu? with me? wwwwhhhhhaaatttt???? HAHAHAHA THIS MUST BE A JOKE - SAY SIKE RN AND TELL US YOU'RE FAKE DATING. impossible. most of my aunties would be too enamored by his handsomeness and boyish charms. would do the classic toxic auntie, "he's too handsome for you" and "y'all don't match" comments :') on the contrary, my mom and brothers would be extra SUS of him. might whisper to me that he's a red flag and warned me about boys like this lmfao because he's sugaring up the aunties a little too much to be normal (but he's just being mingyu really) and show him the door when we get home LOL.

. . . .

seungkwan:

most definitely!!! 🥰 equally sassy - would wonder how we haven't bickered/bantered the roof off the house yet, but they love him anyways.

. . . .

vernon:

it makes sense, but it also doesn't. iykyk 👁️👄👁️

. . . .

chan:

i'm the most undecided on him 🤔 on one hand, he's such a grandma's boy, i feel like my family would love him. on the other hand, it also depends on his mood, what he wears, if he's feeling his inner pi cheol in - so many factors to consider . . .

#twogyuu:strugglin' #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

Hey there gal! Could you pl do headcanons of how tig characters would react if jameson got kidnapped? And maybe the same for Avery too. TYSM!!

people's reaction to jameson getting kidnapped head canons

of course! i absolutely loved doing the grayson one. i apologize for any spelling mistakes. hope you like it!

avery:

she'd be hyperventilating the entire time thinking that jamie was dead in a ditch with no clothes somewhere bc she knows thats a fucking possibility with how careless jamie is.

she would not sleep until she found him. she'd be up with the police or alone looking over all of the clues over and over again. she'd pass out due to exhaustion at some point.

she would smack jamie so hard the second they found him. she would not let him live it up.

she'd be complaining about how incompetent the police (and some of the family members) is and how 'no one can do anything right nowadays'.

she'd definitely be working with grayson most of the time cause two brains are better than one.

grayson:

like i said, he's working with avery bc he's so nervous he can't work on his own without panicking.

he'd stare at the wall blankly cursing jamie for 1. making his life more complicated and bc 2. jamie might be pranking them, and, if he is, grayson will kill him

following the last head canon, he's pondering over what way he should kill his brother.

he's ordering everyone around like he's in charge of an army. everyone is terrified.

after they find him, he complains to jamie about how he ruined his skin bc, while he was gone, he couldn't do his skincare and he kept picking at his face (jamie now owes him new skincare)

xander:

in the corner praying for jamie to come back in one piece. he's not even religious.

trying to distract himself by thinking about what percy jackson cabin every one would be in.

he's calculating the probabilities that jameson is currently in a strip club against his own will in a thong dancing for old women (he comes to the conclusion that there is a 20.9% chance and everyone is shocked but also thinks it makes sense cause jamie would totally get himself in that situation due to his carelessness)

he made a pillow fort to hide himself in because grayson is scaring the shit out of him. he also made scones and is inviting everyone in for a tarot card reader (skye taught him how to. canon, he said in tig)

he's biting his nails in the back but then starts crying bc he doesn't want to ruin his cuticles.

nash:

locks himself in a room and screams in a pillow for 20 minutes bc he's tired of everyone and everything.

has to head to the store to buy xander cuticle oil bc he's panicking over the fact that they're ruined (he canonically oils his cuticles, he said it in tig when talking about what skye taught him)

grabs onto libby's hand and does not let it go until he finds jamie. she's his emotional support cuddle person.

starts chewing his cowboy hat (like in tbh) bc he's so nervous.

the second they find jamie, he punches him in the face for being so careless.

libby:

is the only sane one. she's trying to convince everyone that maybe he's just passed out drunk somewhere

she'd make avery food and cupcakes to make sure she's eating bc we all know she probably wouldn't.

in the tent with xander getting a tarot card reading bc she knows it helps him calm down.

she heads to the store to buy a glass ball for xander so that he can pretend he's staring into your future or smth.

max

she's running around the house collecting pillows and blankets for xander's pillow fort

she's talking to libby about how fucking psychotic everyone is.

she'd give avery a massage to get her to loosen up (she'd also tell her to imagine herself in bed with jamie to get her to relax)

she'd be reading smut in the corner to try to ignore everyone else.

alisa

honestly the same thing i said in my other post, but she wouldn't be chill, she'd be exasperated bc we all know jamie probably got himself kidnapped by being too reckless.

she punishes jamie by making him go to 2409384032 interviews afterwards.

she calls the police but thinks the officers they sent are to stupid so she asks for better ones.

she calls brandon to tell him the news.

that's all i have. hope you liked it <3.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #libby grambs #maxine liu #alisa ortega

[idyllic-affections]

HIII!

What are your thoughts on Kaveh's childe being a dancer??

I'm kinda self projecting on this one bcs I like to dance myself (mainly kpop) but I wanted to know what you thought of that ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

(Sorry if it's not clear/understandable english is not my first language (ʘᴗʘ))

what if kaveh's child wanted to be a dancer?

summary. how would kaveh react if his child wanted to become a dancer?

trigger & content warnings. no applicable warnings.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. adoptive dad!kaveh & reader, nilou & reader, cyno & reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of what if kaveh adopted a child?

author's thoughts. don't worry, dear!! your english is great, no need to apologize <3 this idea is so cute tbh. i love the idea of kaveh's kid being artistic. every time i get an ask like this one, it makes me so happy. it's so cute to me! artistic kaveh and his artistic child <33

in short, kaveh would wholeheartedly support his kid.

that is a given, of course—he's probably sumeru's most supportive father, really. he only wants his child to be happy and healthy. anything his kid wants to pursue, he's right there cheering them on, doing whatever he can to help them research it or gather materials for it. whatever it is that their interest demands, he will do his best to attain it. thankfully, while kaveh is broke, alhaitham has the mora to fund their interests and does happen to have a little soft spot for them, so he gladly does so when kaveh cannot afford to. he doesn't make kaveh pay him back, because really...

alhaitham has long since accepted that he is, in part, responsible for [name]. he is one of their caretakers. it is his responsibility to help enrich their life.

cyno also has the mora to help out. like haitham, he has a soft spot for them, so their hobbies are usually funded by either the scribe or the general mahamatra.

(cyno isn't supposed to fund their artistic hobbies, but we'll explore that idea later on in this post.)

kaveh does worry, however.

i've always imagined that kaveh adopts his child a good while before the sumeru archon quests—several years, at least. if his child wanted to be a dancer... well, he'd do all he could to protect them from the akademiya, sneaking them into zubayr theater so they can watch all the performances that their heart desires (and he also loves watching the theater, so it's something he's glad to share with his child). i imagine that cyno would find out about this eventually. as a matra, it's his job to... stop it, or discourage it at the very least. he has to uphold the akadmeiya's rules. he has to.

...he just cannot bring himself to do it, however. the way their eyes sparkle when they watch the dancers preform... archons, the thought of betraying the trust they have put in him, betraying the trust he's built with them by caring for them in their younger years, it greatly unsettles him.

he can't crush their soul like that. he's very relieved when the sages get overthrown. he would never want to do anything to hurt them, especially when he knows that his actions will undoubtedly be harmful. trust is a fragile thing. it can only be built up after months or years of hard work, yet can shatter in a fraction of the time.

the general mahamatra is just... so, so relieved that he doesn't have to hide them from the sages anymore.

his nibling's (gn alternative to niece/nephew) passion is not something meant to be hidden.

can you imagine nilou teaching them to dance, though? i think it'd be very cute! she'd totally do it if kaveh ever approached her and asked.

she would love them, gently correcting any missteps they make and excitedly praising them when they master a difficult choreography. nilou would think of them fondly, like a little dance apprentice! she's not quite mature enough to be seen as a mother figure, however. she's more akin to another big sister to them, like collei.

(i also like to think that, in a cruel twist of fate, [name] eventually gets a hydro vision, as if the hydro archon's gaze was always cast upon them even after they left fontaine. nilou would be the one to teach them how to use it, teach them how to associate it with better feelings and memories. <3)

when sumeru comes out of its oppresive state and the arts are welcomed as they always should have been, [name]'s lil found family will all attend their first official performance with nilou. nilou wouldn't let them perform prior to that out of concern for their safety.

kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, and collei really are their greatest cheerleaders in life.

adoptive dad!kaveh taglist: @kaoyamamegami, @zeldadou, @bebobeboben. send a non-anonymous ask to be added. please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion brainrots 🌸 #: [ adoptive dad kaveh! 🌸 ] #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #platonic genshin #platonic genshin impact #platonic genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader #kaveh x reader #platonic kaveh x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin platonic #genshin x reader

[king-col]

alright y'all important question: ultimate baldur's gate 3 blunt rotation, cuz this is mine-

Karlach - can light the joint with a literal flick, which is hot AND convenient. she's also just absolutely giggling at literally everything that's goin' on; she 100% has Clive in her lap the whole night too, all while having her tail curled around Tav's leg

Jaheira - brings the weed, literally just grows it in her spare time and tbh I feel like it's cuz she doesn't trust anyone else to bring the good shit; she also is the one who actually like. COOKED food beforehand so that they're not only snacking the whole night

Wyll - he'd be SO chill and have so many funny stories from all the parties he used to go to; I also feel like he'd try and show off his dancing skills with a little bit of goading from everyone and despite being blitzed, he still does a fantastic job

Halsin - also VERY chill and has a lot of interesting/funny stories that he's willing to share; also just ends up growing a bunch of berries for everyone to have a constant influx of snacks and on top of that? can roll a joint like it's nothing

Shadowheart - I feel like she'd just wanna lay back, head on Tav's shoulder while listening to Wyll's stories, totally vibing, a soft smile on her face, and probably nonverbal unless she gets a moment of lucidity where she says a maximum of 5 words

discuss in the tags and shit cuz I'm genuinely curious about y'all's rotations omfg

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #shadowheart #karlach #wyll #halsin #jaheira #col talks #apologies for the like. rambling bullshit i'm manic rn and my brain is going 5 million mph so #anyway i'm gonna go finish my bg3 art ajshdgasjh #is it gay? yes. is it more shadowheart/karlach/tav? yes. will i post it? who knows.....

[project-sekai-facts]

Which college majors you think that prsk charaters will have?there will be future events exploring that part of the future? Some character are easy to know which college major they will have like kohane with photography or with ena are sure that there will be a event where she decides if she wants to go to art university or not.but with others are more insecure, like what type of career outside of being a idol midori will what or what careers the rest of vbs will do????😭😭

i'm assuming that since MMJ moved onto the credit course, they'll do whatever the university equivalent of that is (or just not go to university) since they'll probably get even more idol work once they're adults and have less restrictions on their contracts. as for everyone else, it's hard to guess this far in advance since some characters might change their minds or find something that interests them much later on. but i'll write down some thoughts anyway.

shiho i imagine will do something music related, maybe there's a major where she could just do bass? honami previously mentioned that she wanted to be a caregiver, and even though she's going pro with L/n now I could see her doing something connected to that for university. Saki strikes me as the type of person who'd struggle to pick one, she'd probably find a lot of different courses interesting. I'm not too sure about Ichika, maybe something music related as well?

Like you said, I imagine photography is something that Kohane would take in uni. For Toya, maybe something music related, like composition? It goes well with his character arc, especially considering Walk on and on. As for Akito and An, I'm not so sure. Neither of them get outstanding grades, so I imagine neither of them will do something very academic. Maybe something in music or sports?

Nene and Tsukasa are definitely doing theatre, specifically acting. the question is if they study abroad (they've both noted their desire to travel abroad although we do not know if this applies to university). Rui i imagine will either do some sort of engineering course or technical theatre course if that's something that's available. Emu probably some sort of economics or business course since she's going into the family business and she's got the smarts for it. If not, iirc it's implied her sister does some sort of childcare course (she mentions working with kids in the Lion Dance New Year event), so maybe something like that.

Niigo is the biggest question of if they'll go to university. If they do, I think Ena will do art, but that's a more obvious one. Mafuyu, if she's in a fit enough state by this point, I reckon will do nursing. She's been realising that it was her dream before her mother trampled it now, but we'll see how things go. With Kanade, it depends on if she's in a fit state again. If not she'll probably continue with online school (i think this is more likely tbh but we'll see how things play out). Music composition for her obviously. Mizuki doesn't have the best track record with school, but I imagine they'll do fashion like their sister. Maybe even the same school, but that would require them to go abroad (they have Nightcord though).

#asks #mod talks #i say this but they'll probably make everyone do very average and normal things like literature or law or history etc

[miss-nob0dy]

Hello! Glad to see this!

In that case I'd be happy to request for Valeria with a bestie readerrr YESYESSS😈😈

Tbh I've been starving for this for months.

Idk, just them bonding so well, maybe the reader is in the cartel with her, or is a simple civilian that valeria ended up being deeply fond of!

A kind-hearted and kinda dumb-ish(not naive though) reader and her just being like, "[name], please💀"

And reader having this really gen-z-ish humor, i just think she'd be so confused and pissed cuz she doesn't get the joke sometimes. Maybe reader is just like 2-1 year(s) less than her? + If they're hispanic too!😭😭😭

Sorry for my rambling💀💀💀

OH MY GOD HELLO AGAIN!!!! I LOVED WRITINF THIS SO MUCH I WAS ON A RAMPAGE 😭😭😭 I hope you enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing this!! Thanks for requesting babes!!!

Valeria Garza

Where do I START.

So, first, you’re Latino. Duh.

You’re a civilian that was lucky enough to meet Valeria.

You two probably met while getting coffee. You thought she looked pretty, so you complimented her.

“Hola, nada mas quería decirte que me gusta tu cabello!”

She was a little confused why a random person just complimented her hair. She still liked it, nonetheless.

“..Gracias.”

You were a little scared that you made her u comfortable, and after you got what you wanted from the cafe, you went home to cry.

“SOY TAN TONTA. OSÉA!”

You went back to the cafe, since it was your regular spot to just hang out to read a book. You were familiar with most of the employees.

And then, you saw HER.

YOU SAW VALERIA.

You didn’t know if you should just go up to her and apologized while making yourself look even more stupid, or just sit there.

She just SUDDENLY SAT DOWN IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOUR MIND WENT INTO PANIC MODE.

“AY! Oh. Hola!”

She just chuckled and said hi back.

And that’s how your closest friendship bloomed.

Since you’re younger than her, it’s most likely your humor is pretty deranged.

You’ll send her random pictures of god knows what, and say hi right after.

“[Name], por favor.”

You text her super late at night, like three AM.

“Si no te chingo por despertándome en las tres de la mañana–”

Either that or you rant about how you’re glad that she’s your friend because you just finished watching a super sad movie.

“[Name], are you fucking crying.”

You playfully scold her everytime she curses. Which is like in every sentence.

You’re a little dumb, so you end up being pretty clumsy. Without her, you’d be dead by now.

She uses that against you every time you don’t wanna do a favor for her.

“Remember that one time I saved your ass from falling face-first into the concrete? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

You aren’t aware of her being the leader of the cartel that has corrupted Las Almas. So sometimes she’s hesitant with you.

She won’t respond to your messages for days due to work, so you end up worrying about her. If you ask her why she was gone for so long then she just responds with, “I was pretty busy.”

But she makes it up by hanging out with you for a while, specifically drinking.

On a similar note, you invite her over to have a few drinks with her. Just chill.

When you drink, you become more jokeful and just insane overall.

“Haha, kinda wanna kill myself. Anyways, how’s your day?”

Sometimes concerned with your humor. Can’t tell if it’s just how Gen Z humor is or if you’re that mentally I’ll.

And whenever you two drink together, you guys turn into those Latina moms that will go insane at parties. (I have a good amount of experience with this as a Latino myself.)

Dancing together, blasting music, it’s entertaining.

You also end up talking about chisme.

“Did you hear that my neighbors just got a divorce?”

“Dime más.”

And whenever she goes to your house, she always has a gift. Especially an expensive one.

It can be from some good wine, to straight up clothes and perfumes.

“How did you get the right size?”

“… Instinct.”

(She somehow got information about you.)

Valeria just hopes that she can keep you safe from her job, and doesn’t get you killed. She tries to avoid starting anything that’s super close to you.

#modern warfare 2 #mw2 x reader #modern warfare #cod #call of duty mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #gender neutral reader

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

ASG - Part Four: All Shook Up

Character/Fandom: Elvis - ELVIS (2022)

Requested: yes! - anons

Prompt: When Gladys Presley invited Bird up to Graceland to work as a cook in the house, she had mixed feelings. But in order to support herself and her daddy, she moved up to Memphis anyway. Things have been awkward between her and Elvis, but strange things are happening every day and, not surprisingly, Elvis has her all shook up again. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Angst, smut, cursing, a little physical aggressiveness + i think that's it!

Rating:  M, this is good stuff baby  ||     Word Count: 16,293 🥴

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!! I have never worked harder on a fic tbh, and the dialogue in this one hits so hard. Yes, the one part is inspired by that scene in Dirty Dancing — you know the one. Sorry for taking FOREVER, but I really hope y'all enjoy it!

This is Part 4 of ASG. FInd the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

This is a BIG boi + it’s special, so pls read these notes:

This is super long, so I put little PAGE BREAKS in places where you can pause reading. Please take advantage of them!

If you want the true experience, I've written in song suggestions to play while you read. This is obvi totally optional!!!

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“I jus don’t know what to do bout it,” Gladys says, running a hand over her face. “They’re makin fun of my baby all over town. And probably all over the country, too.”

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Presley,” Bird responds, taking a bowl of something warm from her fingers. “I can always go back home if this is a bad time.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, honey,” she replies in her thick southern drawl. “We love havin you over. You don’t know how nice it is to have another woman in this damn house.”

Bird smiles painfully as she watches Gladys reach for a beer.

A lot has happened since Elvis had broken Bird's heart and left her sobbing on the floor of her house in Louisiana. It was almost five months later when she received a call from Gladys Presley. She had been shocked to hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. She’d called to ask if Bird wanted to come up to Memphis and move in with the family. One of their cooks had quit and Gladys couldn’t find anyone who cooked southern-style food the way she liked it. Bird knows she'd taken quite a liking to her. Whenever Elvis had brought her home for dinner, just a handful of times, Bird was always willing to help.

Anyway, she did always have a knack for cooking, especially those delicious southern-style comfort dishes. She had originally refused, but when Gladys called twice more and offered to pay Bird handsomely, it wasn’t really a conversation anymore. She and daddy were struggling after he turned to alcohol for comfort and wasn't working as much as usual. Bird had picked up an extra job at the diner in town while still working at the hayride. She'd been working herself to death, but with the Presley’s money she can help support herself and her father without having to break her back.

Plus, she’d offered.

Bird is always incredibly nervous about seeing Elvis, especially after everything that has happened. But she didn't know what else to do. It was too good of a deal for her. So, she'd packed up some of her belongings and moved up to Memphis, leaving daddy at home by himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree, the Presley’s neighbors, welcomed her into a small guest house in their backyard. Gladys had offered for her to stay at Graceland, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it. Being so close to him and not being able to have him. It was all too painful, too regretful. And she knew Elvis wouldn’t want her there, anyway.

It really hasn’t been all that bad. The money is good, the amenities are nice, Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree are always warm and welcoming toward her. Gladys has been surprisingly like a surrogate mother in many ways. She’s been protective over her, frequently asking how Bird's getting on at the house and whether the Peachtrees are treating her right. She's even asked how bird's father is a time or two, even though Bird get the feeling Gladys doesn’t like him much. You can’t blame her. She’d even let Bird have a few sips of beer, despite the fact that she was still underage. That’s something her father would never allow her to do, even if you were of legal age.

“I just hope he’s doin aright,” Gladys continues. “That damn Colonel is always tellin him what to do.”

Bird keeps her mouth shut but raises her eyebrows in agreeance. Despite sympathizing with her, Bird doesn't feel like it’s her place to say anything about the family. Not to mention this entire conversation is still a sore spot since she's convinced that the Colonel is the reason for her breakup with Elvis.

“Oh lord they’re home! My poor baby!” Gladys shouts, glancing out the windows.

Speak of the devil, himself. Bird joins Gladys at the window, watching the familiar dark purple 1956 Cadillac Eldorado drive slowly up the path to the house. There has been a crowd outside for hours now, and the noise is driving her crazy.

The dinner isn’t even finished cooking yet, but Elvis and Mr. Presley would be bursting through the front door any minute now. They’re coming back from New York where Elvis had been on the Steve Allen show. Long story short, the performance was a disaster. He’d been put onstage in full-length tailcoats and forced to sing to a hound dog. An actual hound dog.

Bird watched at home with the Peachtrees, squeezing a pillow tightly. She'd felt especially awkward in recent days. She likes the Peachtrees very much, but they are made of old money and she knows they have mixed feelings about the Presleys. Mrs. Peachtree has been adamant that Elvis isn’t the type of boy young girls should be looking up to. And she used his “Hound Dog” performance as ammunition to prove her point. Bird bites her tongue whenever the Peachtrees begin to badmouth him. And she pretends not to know about all of the rude things the other neighbors whisper about the Presleys behind their backs.

Just as the car parks, Bird quietly dips back into the kitchen to help Alberta, the other cook, with the rest of the food. But mostly to avoid Elvis. She does that a lot nowadays, avoiding, and she doesn't even want to think about the first time he’d discovered her at the house. Apparently, Gladys had neglected to tell her son that his ex-sweetheart would be coming up to work in the house.

She winces just thinking about how all the blood drained from his face, how he’d dropped his guitar out of shock. How the force of its fall had broken the guitar's neck. She hadn’t meant for him to see her. Ever, actually. It's her preference, truthfully, to never be seen by him again. But he’d walked in the door as she was rushing to get the plates out for dinner on time. And then it just happened. They both saw each other and everything was over, the whole facade. And she'd only been there for three days.

After that first awkward encounter, things actually improved between them. They still can’t talk or look at each other, but they're able to be in the same room without feeling sick to their stomachs. That sounds like nothing to celebrate but it's kind of a big accomplishment for both of them. Gladys is a big reason why they've started to come around to each other again. She wants them both to be friends, at least. It’s also easier with Elvis touring more often now since he’s gone so much. In the last month, Bird's barely even seen him at all.

But something in her stomach drops as she hears the door open and some scuffling and low talking. She suddenly feels extremely embarrassed to be present in the house and is afraid to reveal herself, especially if he’s already in a bad mood. She busies herself doing something that doesn’t really need to be done. Anything to keep her from having to go out there and deal with family issues.

Alberta hands Bird some dishes. She would protest, but Alberta knows she isn't doing anything but avoiding Elvis. And the cook is actually busy, so Bird takes the plates. Gulping nervously, she raises her neck high to feign confidence and then goes out into the dining room. Gladys is shouting, still complaining about Elvis’ hound dog performance.

“...and I said maybe you shouldn’t speak like that. And she said…”

“I like what you did with the dog,” she hears Vernon say from the living room.

“It was the most embarrassin performance of my life, daddy,” she can barely hear Elvis’ gruff, mumbled reply.

She sheepishly glances up from her place in the dining room and can’t help but grin a little at Elvis’ childlike appearance. He’s laying on his side on the piano bench, looking like an exhausted toddler.

“...gettin a laugh outta putin a hillbilly in a tailcoat and singin to a dog,” Gladys continues.

Bird lets the secondhand embarrassment settle in her gut as she remembers how stiff and unnatural he looked during his performance on live television. She had hated the whole thing. It just wasn’t him. It isn’t him. Bird knows him well enough by now to know that the way he moves only enhances his performance. It’s the passion inside of him that moves him the way it does.

Bird turns away as Gladys continues to complain about the neighbors’ whispered gossip. She tries to pretend like she doesn't know that the Peachtrees are in that very group.

The Peachtrees were nice enough to not say it to her face, of course, but they were always saying rude things about Elvis behind Gladys’ back. And she doesn't have the heart or the place to tell the Presleys the nasty things and rumors that are whispered in the secret spaces of the neighborhood.

“Damn it, mama. It were either that or get cancelled,” Elvis says, flipping onto his back. “Then that’s it for television. The Colonel says that I’m runnin outta states I’m welcome in. And they don’t pay unless I can perform. Colonel says I play the charity concert tomorrow night as the new family style and ‘en everybody calms down and we get back on track.”

“Someone’s gotta think bout keepin a roof over our heads,” Vernon agrees, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

Bird keeps her mouth shut, even though thoughts are circling around her brain. She takes a stack of silverware from Alberta. She feels extremely awkward, like she should leave. This is family business, and here she is in the middle of it.

“Roof over our head?” Gladys asks, gesturing toward the roof of Graceland. “We’ve always managed to keep a roof over our head, Vernon.”

“Colonel says daddy’s business manager. It’s his job,” Elvis replies.

“We was doin jus fine before that man came along,” Gladys responds sharply.

“Colonel has got us all uh this,” Elvis says, gesturing to Graceland again.

“I don’t want all this!” Gladys shouts. “You’re not happy!”

“I’m not!” Elvis yells back, flexing his arms and curling his fingers into fists.

Bird, distracted by the strangely sexy temper Elvis had displayed, jumps when Gladys slams the dining room table. Her hands create a shockwave that clinks all the nice dishes and silverware up and down on the table. She holds a few plates to her chest and accidentally makes eye contact with Elvis. He stares back at her with eyes that are dark blue, clouded with anger and frustration. This is the first time they've both really looked at each other, like really looked, in so many months. Since they'd broken up, actually. And it kills every part of her.

“And what the hell is she even doin here?” Elvis asks, pointing at her. Bird feels a tinge of pain and bites the inside of her cheek, pressing the plates into her chest uncomfortably.

“I invited her! You leave her outta this. And that’s beside the point, Elvis. You’re losin yourself, bewbie,” Gladys yells sharply.

“Aw hell, mama, I…”

Gladys approaches her son slowly as he shakes his head. She places her hands on his shoulders and whispers into his ear.

“The way you sing and move, it’s god-given. So, there can’t be nothin wrong with it,” she says.

Bird glances up again from the table to see Elvis staring right at her. His eyes have softened, returning to their natural blue now. That gentle blue that she hasn't seen in so long.

As much as she hates to admit it, Bird's whole body is screaming with affection when he looks at her. She really needs the job, but if she's being honest with herself, so much of her also wants to be near him. She knows that what had happened between them had caused a rift so great that it might never be repaired. But she wants to try so badly. She hopes every day that maybe, just maybe, he’ll see her the way he once did and fall back in love with her all over again. This time, she thinks, I can say it back.

Suddenly, his cousin Billy and a bunch of teenage friends come barrelling into the house, causing a ruckus and tracking dirt everywhere. The commotion breaks the intense eye contact between them.

“Don’t track mud in the house, Billy!” Elvis yells. When Billy starts to protest, Elvis grabs him by the shirt and tosses him toward the open front door. “Get outta my house!” he shouts. “Get outta my goddamn house! Trackin mud in my house, doin my damn head in.”

He takes a few steps toward the door, rubbing a hand over his face and into his hair. He has her full attention, and everyone else’s in the room, even if he doesn’t realize it. Bird hates seeing him this way. The reckless energy he gives off in these moods makes her nervous that he’ll do something rash without meaning to.

“Mama, you ain’t never happy. No matter what I do, no matter how much I give ya, it ain’t never enough,” he shouts and Bird can hear Gladys quietly starting to cry. She takes a swig of the beer in her hand. Elvis turns to leave but then spins back around and points with an accusatory finger at his mother.

“And I wish you would not drink so goddamn much. It’s not good for ya!”

“Bewbie!” Gladys yells after him, as he spins on his heel and storms outside.

Reacting without thinking, Bird places the plates down on the table and takes off out of the house and through the door after him. He storms to his car and angrily throws the door open. When Bird steps outside into the warm Tennessee air, she's confronted with a group of people she doesn't even know. She frustratedly pushes her way through them and stalks toward the car. But by the time she reaches it, he’s already started it and peeled off into the grass, tires squealing.

The rubber tires singe the beautifully manicured lawn as Billy yells at him to turn around. Bird takes off running, cutting through the grass and hoping to catch him in time. As she approaches the gate through her shortcut, there’s a mass of people waiting, holding up signs, snapping photos, and cheering. She watches as Elvis flicks the radio on and winces at the sound of “Hound Dog” radiating from the car. Elvis angrily wipes his mouth and punches the tuner again to find a different station. “Hound Dog” again. He pokes it again, this time landing on the Beale Street station. His favorite.

[ -> "Let It All Hang Out" ]

His focus on changing the station means that he’s stopped the car and fans have gathered around it in a circle. He’s stuck for a moment, just long enough for Bird to push her way through the crowd and latch her fingers onto the side of the convertible. She can tell that her sudden movements have scared him — probably because of the screaming girls around them — when his head shoots up in her direction. She swings the door open and climbs in.

“What the hell you doin?” he shouts over the noise, clenching his jaw and looking at her sideways.

“You’re not goin nowhere by yourself,” Bird says forcefully and folds her arms over her chest. “Not when you're like this.”

His angry expression is back and scares her a little, but she also feels a subtle throbbing sensation deep in the pit of her stomach. A feeling she knows well and has felt before around Elvis.

He says nothing back but turns the wheel as he starts to drive again. Girls scream, shake their signs, and try to grab at the car. Bird catches quite a few dirty looks from some of them, which she returns without hesitation. As the car squeals out of the driveway, she glances back to see a black car taking off after them. Bird turns around on her knees to try and get a better look at it as it tails them.

“Someone's followin us,” she says, turning back around to slide into the leather seat.

“Let ‘em. I don’t give a shit,” Elvis says and she clamps her lips shut.

They both settle in for the drive, no sounds but the wind blowing through the car and the hits from Beale Street humming on the radio. Bird glances over at Elvis as he drives. His jaw is clenched and shoulders upright. Although his arm is draped lazily across the steering wheel, his fingers are constantly moving, curling and uncurling. His hair has fallen over his forehead in thick clumps and the wind is blowing the flaps of his pink lace shirt open and closed over his chest. Her eyes absentmindedly trace down the fabric and land on his chest. This is the first time the two of them have been alone since that day. The tension is too much for her body to sit still.

Bird turns over her shoulder, seeing the black car still following them. She feels like she should speak up and say something but isn't sure how to begin. Elvis turns onto Beale Street and her mouth drops slightly open as she looks around. There’s nothing particularly special about the area, but it’s busy. There’s an energy around that she can’t describe. It just feels…electric, alive. She turns around again on her knees to look around.

“So this is Beale Street, huh? Where you always run off to,” she mutterr to herself, but apparently loud enough for him to hear her.

She gulps hard after speaking, not realizing fully that this is the first time either of them has spoken to the other. Besides the occasional 'excuse me' or 'sorry' mutters while navigating the house.

“You ain’t never been down here?” he asks but continues before she gets a chance to respond. “No, why would ya, a girl like you?”

She ignores his rude comment and responds, “No, I haven’t. But I like it a whole lot.”

She's staring up at the bright flashing signs on the buildings and smiles when she hears music spilling out of one of the open windows. Club Handy, the sign out front says. Elvis pulls into a parking spot on the street.

“It’s a good place. People here are good people. It reminds me of home.”

She feels her heart ache at his words. He frantically grabs his jacket, looking like he’s about to blast out of the car. Her hands fly to the handle of the door, about to open it, when she notices him freeze. He closes his eyes, clenches his jaw, and breathes deeply. His eyelashes are dark and long as they flutter closed. She wants nothing more than to feel them tickle her cheekbones as he kisses her lips. She considers reaching out to touch him but she can’t bring herself to. How dare she touch him after what she did…

“Are you okay?” she basically whispers it.

He shrugs aggressively, throwing the door open and exiting the car. He mumbles a 'fine' before she hops out of the car to follow his lead. She sticks to his side as a crowd of people begins to gather around the car. She glances up at him, sure that this isn’t what he wants right now, but powerless to stop the horde of people closing in on her.

“EP!”

Both of their heads shoot up in the direction of the shout. Elvis’ eyes light up as he waves to a man sticking his head out of a window.

“B.B.!”

Bird's eyes go wide. B.B…B.B. King?

Elvis has turned around to sign some autographs while making his way through the crowd. Bird's getting pushed back but she reaches out and grabs tightly onto Elvis’ lace shirt.

“Hey, what’re ya-”

His shocked expression quickly changes to one of irritation when he whips around to see her grasping onto him.

“Don’t rip my shirt,” is all he says and she nods.

She frantically follows him around the street but every time he tries to go into a building, the crowd of people assembles to stop him. Bird notices an open space and pulls on Elvis' shirt, trying to drag him in that direction.

“What is wrong with ya?” he says angrily.

“I’m tryin to help,” she responds, yanking him. “Go this way.”

But in the time she spends trying to convince him to follow her, another crowd has gathered. He pulls away from her to shrug his jacket on and she loses her grip on him. She stumbles back and gets lost in the crowd, surging forward. She can still see him but she's drowning in a sea of people she doesn't know, faces she doesn't recognize. She watches as a young woman presses a kiss onto Elvis' lips, and Bird's gut drops like a brick into the ocean. She awkwardly turns to try and get back to the car. She decides to just wait there, but someone grasps harshly onto her wrist. She whirls back around.

“C'mon,” Elvis says, his angry expression is back, making her heart lurch.

She doesn't necessarily enjoy his anger when it’s directed at her. But the fact that he’s grasping her wrist instead of anyone else’s is making her body feel hot. She suddenly realizes that everyone in the crowd is probably wondering who she is. Elvis drags her into the building and the doors slam behind them. He releases her wrist, and she peers around the dark hallway. Elvis hugs the man who let them into the building, the man who, now looking at him, Bird's pretty sure is B.B. King.

“It’s damn good to see ya, EP. What the hell you doin up here tonight?”

“Goddamn it, B.B. There’s so much happenin, with mama goin on bout the hound dog and the Colonel’s got me wearin tails and everybody wants somethin different, I-”

“Hey, listen,” B.B. says, grabbing his shoulders. “If you’re sad and you wanna be sad, you’re at the right place. If you’re happy and you wanna be happy? Guess what, you’re at the right place. So just do me a favor, let it all hang out. Let it all hang out, EP!”

“Let it all hang out,” Elvis agrees.

B.B.’s eyes flick behind Elvis and finally latch onto her, as she awkwardly stands still with her fingers intertwined in front of her.

“And who’s this lovely lady?” he asks, taking her hand to press a chaste kiss to it. She smiles bashfully.

“This is Birdie,” Elvis responds, avoiding her eyes, “my neighbor.”

“B.B. King, nice to meet you,” B.B. responds. Bird smiles.

“Oh, I know who y'are. Elvis talks about ya all the time.”

“Does he now? And did he drag you all the way up here with him just to meet me?”

“No, I did not drag her up here,” Elvis responds, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Bird gulps. Suddenly, two girls come crashing through the hallway, hanging onto each other and laughing.

“B.B.! How you doin baby?” one of them asks through a fit of giggles. “Oh, my, and the Elvis Presley. I thought you was too big to be comin up here anymore.”

“Never,” he replies and Bird despises the way Elvis smirks at her, looking the woman up and down. The other girl mindlessly stumbles away, leaving just the three of them in the hallway.

“Dolores, this is Birdie, Elvis’ friend,” B.B. says, gesturing toward her. Bird gives her a small smile and the woman returns a genuine one.

“This your first time down here on Beale Street?”

Bird nods, wondering what gives her away so easily.

“What’re ya here for? The music? I know Elvis is,” Dolores says, throwing a sexy smile in Elvis’ direction. Bird's heart thuds in her chest but she swallows the lump in her throat.

“I’m just here to absorb as much as I can. Maybe do some dancin? I’m ain't too sure.”

“Well you can dance and absorb all you want, hunny, but you ain’t wearin that inside,” Dolores says, gesturing at Bird's outfit.

She glances down at her checked skirt and yellow sweater, suddenly feeling like a massive prude.

“W-what’s wrong with it?”

Dolores gives her a disgusted face but shrugs.

“Well there ain’t nothin wrong with it, per se. But it just ain’t the kinda thing you wear to a club like Club Handy. We gotta get you into somethin else. Shopping time! Come on, baby, let’s get you set up.”

Dolores grabs her hand and starts to drag her along.

“We’ll be back, gentleman. Enjoy ya fellas time,” she says, waving as they head out.

Bird has never been around a woman with so much force before. Not force in a bad way, but in a way that makes her feel powerful and in control. That isn’t a feeling she's used to. Most of her friends at home are like little flowers, always doing what they’re told and never going out for any reason other than to attend Church or visit the library. Dolores pulls Bird out of the building and across the street. She notices that the crowd has dispersed completely now, although the streets are still busy. They approach a dress shop with low lighting.

“Uh…is it still open? It’s quite late,” Bird says, never having heard of a late-night dress shop.

“Of course it’s still open! What if somebody needed a dress late at night, just like we do right now?” Dolores asks.

They walk into the shop together and Bird's eyes bulge out of her head. The dresses are gorgeous but nothing like she's ever seen before. They are short, tight, and sparkly all over. She can’t help but let her mouth fall open as she glances around at the bold colors adorning the walls and mannequins. This store is teeming with potential, but for a girl like her?

“Mama Ray! Are you in here?” Dolores yells.

A middle-aged black woman comes out from the back, smiling sweetly.

“Dolores, baby, it’s good to see you again! Come in, come in! What d’ya need, girl?”

“We need a dress for this girl right here,” Dolores says smoothly. “Somethin worthy of a dance night at Club Handy. Somethin for a girl tryna get a man all hot and bothered, you know.”

“Ooh, girl! Come here, then, lemme see ya,” Mama Ray says and Bird steps toward her, feeling heat creep into her cheeks.

Mama Ray circles her like a hawk, looking up and down at Bird's angles and curves. She rubs a finger on her chin, grabbing a few samples of colors and holding them up to your cheeks.

“Aha, that’s the one,” she says finally, pulling a deep sparkly black hue. “I got one in the back in this fabric that you should try.”

She disappears around the corner and Dolores leans against the checkout counter, playing with her immaculate nails.

“So how long have you been in love with Elvis?” she asks without skipping a beat, even though her statement makes Bird's heart skip about a hundred beats.

“What?” she sputters.

“Oh come on, sugar. I’m not blind. Any damn body can tell by the way you look at him that you’ve got the hots for him.”

She looks over at Dolores, about to protest again, but the woman's kind eyes make Bird want to confide in her. Besides, even if she did tell her the truth, she didn’t think Dolores would actually believe one word she says. Bird sighs deeply and nods.

“A long time, Dolores,” she replies. “We were goin together back when he was stayin in Louisiana, but…”

Bird waves her hand dismissively.

“Well it don't much matter now.”

“What the hell do you mean it don't matter?”

“We broke up. It was messy. It’s over.”

“It don’t have to be,” she says. “You just gotta show him what he’s missin.”

Bird's head snaps to attention as Mama Ray comes out from the back with the long sparkling dress. She holds it out for Bird and she disappears behind the curtains of the dressing room. She drops her head into her hands for a moment, breathing deeply.

How did she get herself into this mess?

She undresses and gently tries to pull the black dress on. It takes her a minute to figure out exactly how it’s supposed to fit. She's never worn anything like it in her life. She shrugs, holding two pieces of fabric in front of her face.

She exits the dressing room, holding the straps like they’re fragile baby birds. Dolores laughs as soon as she sees her and beckons her over.

“You didn’t even look at yourself, did ya?” she asks, maneuvering Bird over to a mirror. “That ain’t how you wear it. Lemme help ya.”

Bird leans away from her for a moment, trying to resist, but Dolores is too willful. And before Bird knows it, she's standing in front of herself. Except the person looking at the mirror is not the same one peering back through the glass. Dolores’ fingers daintily and expertly maneuver the portions of the dress around until it looks much more natural. She steps back and Bird's mouth drops open for a moment at the sight of herself. The dress is skin-tight, hugging all of her curves in the right places.

The top is crossed at the neck, leaving a hole where her cleavage is clearly visible. Another strap winds around her throat like a choker and it has a gem that draws attention to her jawline. She feels regal and elegant. She can also see that it leaves the entire top half of her back uncovered. The way it hugs her hips and then falls into grand drapes makes her look taller and older. She touches a hand to her chest, shocked by the sight of herself.

“Ooh, hot mama!” Dolores shouts, clapping her hands. She takes a turn around her body, pinching and tucking parts of the dress to see how it fits her. “Damn that fits you good. He ain’t gonna be able to take his eyes off of you.”

“That dress was made for ya, honey,” Mama Ray agrees, nodding her head. “In fact…I’ll sell it to ya for half off cause it looks so good on ya.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. I have plenty to-”

“I said what I said.”

Bird shuts her mouth, reaching into her purse to grab what little cash she has stuffed away in there.

“Try these on, too,” she says, sliding a pair of high-heeled black pumps across the counter. 

With Dolores’ help, she steps into them.

“How do ya feel?” Dolores asks.

“Uh…not like myself.”

“Nah, baby, that’s the point,” Dolores says, placing her hands on Bird's shoulders. “The real you is scared, too frightened to be bold and make a move on the man you want. This you, well she’s strong. She’s brave. Pretend like you’re someone else. Embrace this new version of you and make up a whole new name for yourself. Who do you wanna be?”

“Bird,” she says without skipping a beat. “Elvis always calls me 'Lil Birdie'. He even introduced me to you as Birdie but that's ain't my name. I ain't no little birdie, anymore."

[ -> "Tupelo Shuffle" ]

“No you ain’t, hunny. But one last thing before we go get you your man,” Dolores says, reaching up to untie the ribbon holding her hair up into a ponytail. Bird breathes deeply as the hair falls down and tickles her neck and ears. Dolores fluffs it up then turns her around to look at herself before speaking.

“He has no idea what’s comin.”

─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────

Bird and Dolores run, giggling, across the street back to Club Handy. Bird is terrified to move in the tight dress for fear of breaking it, but the more she shifts the more comfortable she gets. By the time she's running up the stairs of the club she's moving like a regular pro, looking elegant and sexy while she does so. As she climbs the stairs, quite a few men whistle and compliment her. She smiles bashfully and fluffs her hair up. Dolores stops her right outside the door, grabbing her hands.

“Alright now,” she says. “Don’t forget who you are tonight, Bird. Be confident, be sexy, and most of all be a tease.”

She winks and she nods, instinctively pulling her into a hug. She chuckles and hugs her back.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Dolores swings the door open and music floods into the hallway. They both step in, feeling energized and buzzing with nerves. The music is fast-paced and loud, the room smells deeply of smoke and cologne. She takes a big whiff, feeling emboldened by the strength of the scent. She looks around for a moment, spotting Elvis talking to B.B. in a corner. He hasn’t noticed her yet since he’s bent over with a relaxed smile. It’s a smile she hasn't seen in quite a while and one she's desperately missed. She's jealous, wishing she had been the one to make him smile like that.

“I might need a little liquid courage,” Bird says and Dolores nods with a mischievous smile.

They walk together over to the bar and order two whiskeys. Bird starts to drink hers but sputters, spitting some out. She feels her face grow hot with embarrassment but, luckily, everyone’s attention is focused on the young man singing at the front of the room.

“Now that ain’t cool. Is Bird the type of woman who can’t hold her liquor?” Dolores asks, staring her down. She clears her throat and shakes her head stiffly.

“Hell no she’s ain't,” she responds, pouring the rest of her drink down her throat like she'd seen Mrs. Presley do a time or two before. It burns her esophagus and tears well up in her eyes but channeling Bird helps her blink them away.

Whether it’s just her being a lightweight and drinking for the first time or the strength of the whiskey or her brain making things up, she feels emboldened and maybe a little drunk already? She smiles confidently and hooks her arm over Dolores’ elbow. Both women saunter over to where Elvis and B.B. King are sitting.

“Well, hi there, boys!” Dolores says, her voice like velvet.

She points her chin up as much as she can, elongating her neck. Elvis starts to look up with a smile, but it fades quickly when he finally sees her. She stares back directly, refusing to back down. She's tired of running away and the courage from the liquor buzzing in her brain helps her do what she's wanted to do for the last few months.

His eyes slowly, agonizingly trace down her figure, around every inch of her body. She can see him taking in everything she's putting out, including the cleavage in the middle of her chest. She feels sexier than ever with his eyes landing on her like that and it makes her even more confident. When his eyes return to hers, they are black with lust. His lips are parted and she can see him practically panting for her. She relaxes her body, sticking her hip out to place her palm on it sassily. She's daring him to want her.

“Damn. Lil Birdie, I-”

“My name ain't Birdie, tonight,” she cuts him off. “Tonight I’m just Bird.”

She can see the confusion turn into recognition in his eyes as she speaks the words. His eyebrows furrow and she catches a glimmer of sadness in them.

“Well, Bird, how was your shopping trip?” B.B asks, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Oh I’d say it was very successful,” Dolores responds. “Wouldn’t you, B.B.? I mean just look at this dress Mama Ray pulled out for Bird.”

“Oh I’d say it was a success, alright,” B.B. agrees and Bird notices his eyes trailing up and down her figure as well. He pulls out the chair next to him. Bird glances at Dolores who raises her eyebrow and she understands.

She saunters in front of Dolores to sit down next to B.B. and leans forward in the chair. She rests her elbows on the table, feeling Elvis’ eyes track her every movement and loving every single second of it. She stares intently at B.B. with a little smile festering on her face.

“So, this is my first time on Beale Street,” she starts, tracing the top of a whiskey glass on the table with her finger. "It’s pretty different from where I live.”

“Yeah? Is different bad?”

“Oh no. Different is good. Really good. This place feels like everythin I been missing,” she responds. “The cars are fast, clothes are fine, and the men? Well…”

[ -> "Do You Love Me" ]

She lets her finger fall down from the whiskey glass onto B.B.'s fingers, lightly tracing across them. As they stare into each others' eyes, the music changes to something energetic but sensual. B.B. stands and offers her his hand.

“Would you like to dance, Bird?”

She smiles and stretches her arm out in response, dropping her fingers into his. He pulls her up and after him onto the dancefloor. As she walks by Elvis’ chair, she makes sure to ‘accidentally’ drag her fingers along his shoulders. She barely feels him shudder under her touch for a quick moment before B.B. has her on the dancefloor.

Bird's only ever danced a formal waltz and a little shimmy here and there, but nothing like the gyrating hips and quick feet she sees around her. She lets B.B. take the lead and he pulls her close as she strings her arms over his shoulders.

“Now I know you aren’t wearing that dress for me,” B.B. whispers in her ear as their hips sway together. “Or anybody else in this building except for one person.”

“I don’t know what ya mean, B.B.”

He just nods at Elvis, who’s still tracking her every move with his deep blue eyes. She glances around for Dolores and finds her giggling in the corner with a handsome man.

“It’s really that obvious?" she asks and then sighs deeply. This is the second time tonight someone has commented on her — apparently obvious — infatuation with Elvis. 

“Pretty obvious,” B.B. replies. “Maybe not to some people, but as a man I can tell when a woman is trying to turn someone on. Chicks don’t wear dresses like this for no reason. But I think I can help ya.”

“I welcome it. Elvis hates me,” she replies. “We had a messy breakup and things have never been the same.”

“Sometimes that's how things go, but it doesn’t mean they’ve gotta stay that way,” B.B. responds, gripping her hip firmly onto him.

Bird doesn’t feel any sexual attraction toward B.B., but if she did it would be over for her. He certainly knows how to hold a woman tenderly in all the right places.

“Arch your back just a little.”

She follows his directions, making sure to emphasize her ass and chest. As B.B. turns her around, she makes eye contact with Elvis. His finger is dragging along his bottom lip, pulling it out, and his eyes are focused on her totally, completely, unwavering. She holds his gaze and cuddles closer to B.B., turning her head to brush her lips gently against B.B.’s ear.

“You’re an evil genius,” B.B. laughs. “He’ll hate that.”

This time when B.B. swirls her around, she purposefully avoids Elvis’ eyes, knowing he’s looking for her. She's like a toddler on a carousel with an attentive parent watching her every turn around the circle. Just as she laughs at something B.B. says, the song ends and another, less dance-worthy tune heats up.

“I could use another drink. Buy me one?” she asks B.B. and he nods, taking her hand and leading her to the bar.

She orders another whiskey, downs it fast, and feels immediately blurred. But she loves it. It’s all according to her plan as she walks back to the table. B.B. pulls her chair out for her, placing her directly between him and Elvis. Bird smirks as she takes her seat and throws her head back to shake out her hair. She can feel Elvis' eyes burning holes through her clothes, but she turns away from him toward B.B. and gets back to chatting, making sure to laugh at all of B.B.’s jokes.

After a while, most of the people in the club have left, and there’s only a handful still milling around. The lights have been dimmed down and tables emptied as the last few guests crowd onto the dancefloor. She's on her third whiskey when she realizes that, at some point, Elvis and B.B. had gone out to the balcony to talk. So, it’s just her left at the table, with Dolores hanging about somewhere. She's started to lose track of time and everything moves in slow motion, blurred and relaxed.

[ -> "Fever" ]

When the song changes again, she finds herself stretching up from her seated place, drawn to the dancefloor. She makes sure to sway her hips even though Elvis is nowhere to be found. She positions herself near one of the windows, mostly hidden from others, where she can do her thing and only be noticed by a few people, most of all the one she wants to notice her.

She slowly reaches her arms up into the air and begins to sway her hips around in time with the music. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, letting the music flow through her veins and direct her body. She feels connected, at peace, and utterly in love with herself. She can feel that she's irresistible right now and everyone has their eyes on her.

With her eyes closed, she's completely disoriented. Suddenly, hands are on her waist, gripping the skin, and hot breath is ghosting over her neck. Her eyes fly open and she tilts her head. She would know the touch of those hands anywhere.

“Can I help you,” she mumbles.

Elvis chuckles breathily as one of his hands slides its way onto her abdomen, while the other sneaks down toward her heat. Her hand flies up to stop him, gripping his fingers and moving them back up to a respectable place.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t get dirty with men who don’t deserve it.”

She resists a shudder as his lips tickle her ear. He presses his body against her backside and she lets her arms drape back onto his shoulders. She sways her ass into him and feels his member twitch. She smirks as his grip on her stomach tightens, squeezing the breath from her body. Her eyes close again and she tilts her neck to the side. Her heart rate increases with every hot breath he blows on her neck. Just as his lips brush the tender skin there, the song ends abruptly.

It takes everything in her, but she won’t give him the satisfaction. She pushes away from his body, untangling herself despite his best efforts to hold on. Fixing her dress and hair, she returns to the table to finish her drink. She feels his eyes on her figure as she slinks away, sitting down and dumping the rest of her whiskey down her throat like a pro. She lets the unpleasant sensation ripple through her body, shivering, and turns with a drunken smile toward B.B. She opens her mouth to say something flirty, but-

“Get up,” Elvis’ voice is raspy and deep as he mutters into her ear.

She whips around, about to tell him to fuck off but when she sees his expression she falters. His eyes are angrier than she's ever seen them, almost black in the dim lights of the club. There’s something about his intense gaze that’s unhinged, animalistic. It scares her and also arouses her, so she smiles briefly at B.B. and gets up from her seat. As soon as she stands, Elvis grabs onto her bicep and ushers her into the hallway. He swings her outside and she roughly pulls back on his grasp.

“Hey, go easy, ya brute,” she spits, managing to rip herself away from him. She smoothes down her dress. “What the hell is thi-”

“What the fuck do ya think you’re doing?” he hisses, grabbing her arm again.

“Excuse me?” she hisses back. “I haven’t done nothin to you. Let go of me, ya asshole.”

She wiggles in his fingers but his arm slams loudly onto the wall by her head. It prevents her from going anywhere, pinning her between a wall and a hard place. She looks at him with widened eyes.

“Let me leave, Elvis,” she says, genuinely a little scared now. “I wanna go home.”

She ducks under his arm but it slips off the wall and wraps itself around her wrist. She flails her arms from side to side and even tries to thump his chest a few times but he only holds on tighter. As she struggles, he backs her up, slamming her against the wall. She shudders in a sense of alarm, which is quickly turning into delight. He presses himself up against her, clenching his jaw. Every part of his body touches her, except in the place where she needs him most. He stretches her arms up, pinning them above her head and bears down on her. She smirks, chuckling silently.

“What’s wrong, EP? Can’t take the heat?” she breathily whispers and flashes her teeth as she bites at the air like an untamed horse.

Who is this person and what are they saying? she thinks to herself.

Whatever she did works, though, because he audibly growls and presses her wrists harder into the wall.

“Why are ya doin this to me?” he demands, pressing into her.

She resists the urge to moan or groan, neglecting her body’s most primal needs. Her leg twitches, tingling to wrap itself against him, but she resists with every fiber of her being.

“Doin what?” she replies with a voice much stronger than she feels.

She leans into the air between them, challenging him to answer. They both breathe heavily, knowing what they want but refusing to give in. She watches as his eyes fall down to her breasts and then back up to her eyes. She feels him hard against her thigh but she clamps her teeth together.

“You know damn well what ya doin, Lil Birdie.”

“Just Bird. I’m ain't little anymore, Elvis. You’ll call me Bird.”

His eyes flash angrily for a moment and she gulps before the lusty glaze returns. He continues through clenched teeth. She decides to play coy, knowing it’ll drive him wild.

“And I have no idea what ya talkin about,” she says, strategically letting her leg slide up his body and hook onto his hips. She watches his eyes follow the movement. He says nothing, and she knows it’s because he can’t.

“Is it…things like this,” she angles her head toward his bare forearm, dragging her tongue across the skin, tasting the salt of his body. “Is that what I’m doin?”

He groans again and she can see his jaw clenching roughly. It’s taking everything in him not to pounce on her.

“Goddamn it. I swear to god, Lil Birdie, if you don’t stop this right now,” he growls through gritted teeth.

“What? What are ya gonna do about it, king?”

They stare at each other for a moment. There is almost no light in the hallway; the only shadows in the room come from the blinking lights of the street signs outside. She can smell the lingering scent of smoke on Elvis’ clothes. A creeping smirk is pasted on her face, and his chest rises and falls rapidly with labored breathing. Already tired of waiting, she flexes her leg on his hip, pushing his member against her.

His lips crash onto hers, pushing her head flush against the wall. She curls her fingers above her head, arching her back to press her body harder against his. His grip is firm on her wrists and it aches but she welcomes the pain. He’s kissing her frantically, desperately, hotly all over. There’s no chance for either of them to breathe. Every time he finishes a kiss, he goes straight back for another one. His hair is getting messy, falling into their faces and tickling her skin. She bites his bottom lip and he forces his tongue into her mouth.

As he assaults her lips, she squeezes him with her leg, and he responds immediately by pressing himself against her and pulling back before repeating. She moans quietly into his plump lips, and he groans in response. He starts to get into a rhythm and she feels herself growing warmer by the minute. Her stomach is twisting and turning, demanding more contact. His lips slip off hers and trail hot, wet kisses down her neck. He bites and sucks harshly on the skin, and she moans louder at the pleasure that shockwaves through her body. He manages to bite a sweet spot on her neck at the exact moment his hips thrust between their clothed bodies and she can’t help herself. His name flies out in a moan through her lips.

“No…” he growls.

Suddenly the air around her is devastatingly cold. Her leg falls to the ground with a thud and her arms follow. They hang limp at her sides as she struggles for breath. Elvis has pushed himself off of her and is standing at the opposite end of the hallway, breathless and disheveled. Bird looks at him from across the way, feeling tears start to well up in her eyes. She's frozen, this time with real fear. Not of his anger but of losing him again. Despite the fuzziness of the booze from earlier, she feels soberer than ever now. Elvis makes eye contact with her, biting his tongue with his teeth. He laughs, but something is off. It’s not a happy laugh or even a lusty one. It’s disturbed, sadistic almost, as if he couldn’t even believe he’d let himself be manipulated by little old Birdie. He glares back at her and even in the dim lights, she can see that his eyes are glassy. He shakes his head and then sprints down the stairs.

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It takes jer a second to gather her breath and to push the tears back into her eyes, even though her face won’t unscrew itself from the emotional pain. She wipes a straggling tear away as she bounds down the stairs after him. When she hits the bottom step, she pauses for a moment to quickly tear off her shoes to move faster. They are starting to hurt her feet, anyway. She runs outside to see him climbing into the car.

All of the lights along the street have either been turned off or dimmed, and there is almost no one left in the streets or buildings. The spotlights shine with hazy lights that reflect the moisture on the roads. In the distance, she hears the familiar sound of Elvis’ car starting — or trying to.  For some reason, the engine sputters and the car stalls. By the time it’s finished hissing, her fingers are clutching onto the side of the convertible again.

“Goddamnit!” he screams, slamming his palms against the steering wheel.

His forehead follows, banging onto the wheel. She doesn't get into the car, unsure of what to do. She wants to hold him, tell him everything will be alright, stroke his hair. But everything is so awkward between them. Something in the universe doesn’t want them to be together. Not without a struggle, at least.

“Get in,” he mutters dryly. “I’ll take ya home.”

She keeps quiet and climbs into the car. Elvis patiently starts it and the engine revs to life just fine. He whips out of the space and starts driving home. She can’t bring herself to say anything. Not even when she notices that he’s taken a wrong turn. Not even when she's been driving for twenty minutes even though Graceland is only ten minutes away. Not even when the houses and cars start to become fewer and far between. The way he expertly navigates each turn suggests to her that he already knows it isn’t the way home. She knows she should be scared since she has no idea where he’s taking her. He could be kidnapping her for all she knows.

But nothing in her could care that much. She is with him and, truthfully, that’s all she cares about. Once they reach a dark, nature-filled area, he pulls over into the grass.

She hasn't had much time to go exploring around Memphis since Gladys has kept her pretty busy working at the house, but she can tell that they're in some kind of park. It’s incredibly dark, but the headlights cast beams of yellow onto the scene. And the pale blue light of the moon adds an eerie but calming contrast as its glimmers reflect off the small body of water below you. You crane your neck to look up at the white wafer in the sky and Elvis stops the car.

The weather can not be better for being outside. The heavy, humid air is still warm but as the wind gently blows off the lake, it hits her skin, chilled, and balances out to the perfect temperature. She can hear crickets chirping and rustling leaves in the wind. Sitting here surrounded by the perfect weather and calming atmosphere of the park, she feels a sense of calmness like she's never experienced before.

“I don’t understand ya,” Elvis finally says in a monotone voice. No feeling in his tone, whatsoever.

She turns to him but says nothing, waiting for him to explain.

“I give you everythin and you reject it,” he continues. “Then outta nowhere, you want it all back. I-I don’t understand it.”

Bird still says nothing, feeling her forehead crease as it tries to prevent the tears from forming.

“Do ya have any idea what I’ve been goin through?” he asks, his voice rising. She finally looks him in the eyes with desperate fear.

“You destroyed me, Birdie. Wrecked me completely,” he says, his eyes glassy in the darkness. “I didn’t know what to do with myself. I woke up every single damn day and wondered what the goddamn point uh life was if you ain’t here with me. Nothin felt right. Everythin was empty, even my music. I felt so goddamn alone. Like nobody was there for me. Like nobody fuckin cared, I mean really cared, bout me.”

“Then why d'ya do it?” she interjects, whispering loudly. She shakes her head and leans toward him. “Why did you come to me that day? We coulda done this. Together.”

“I did what I had to do,” he replies. “I thought…I thought it was the right thing to do. What I had to do.”

“How could you possibly think it was right, when it felt so, so wrong?”

“I was jus lookin out for my career, aright,” he’s shouting now. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doin! Everybody wants something goddamn different, and I don’t know how I’m ‘posed to please everybody. Mama wants one thing, the Colonel wants another, and then there’s you and…I just don’t know what the fuck you want. I think ya love me and then you leave me out to dry.”

“I didn’t mean to, Elvis!” she shouts back. “I just…I was so angry with ya. For breakin my heart, for dumpin me like I was extra baggage!”

The tears start to spill out of her eyes and her voice shakes and cracks.

“And I could tell that it was hurtin you and that it wasn’t what you wanted. So, the fact that you continued to lie to me…Elvis, it was breakin me into pieces. I trusted ya, even though everybody I know told me not to. I did. I trusted ya and, in that moment, you lied to me for no good reason other than to hurt me. You proved all those people right, and I didn’t know what to believe.”

“Listen,” he snapped, holding up a finger. “I never, ever meant to hurt ya. But don’t act like the innocent party here. I gave ya a chance. I put everythin out there for ya and you threw it all in the garbage.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean to, I-”

“You know I didn’t have to fuckin say that to ya! Specially not when I’ve got girls throwin themselves at me left and right. I could have any damn woman I want. Temptation’s everywhere - and then here you fuckin go again in that goddamn dress tonight,” he cut himself off. “Puttin everything out there, gettin all up close with B.B. Everybody’s fuckin lookin at ya, wantin ya. Torturing me. Puttin me through hell and for what?! So you can win? So you can punish me? For what, Bird?!!”

“No!” she screams through clenched teeth.

“Fuck! You’re so damn infuriatin!” he yells, curling his fingers up like he’s squashing her head between them. “I told you that I fuckin loved ya, and you said nothing! Not a damn thing. You let me walk outta there thinkin that you didn’t give a damn bout me. Then you show up here workin with my mama, my fucking mother, behind my back. I wanted you outta my life and here you go again back in it. And now you just won't fuckin leave me alone! You won’t let me go down to Beale Street to cool myself off! You just always gotta be in the fuckin middle of it all!”

“I’m just tryna protect you! You were scarin me, Elvis! I thought maybe you were gonna hurt yourself or somethin, the way you tore outta there. I just want ya to be happy, damn it! And I can help! Why won’t you just let me in? I can help you!”

“Because I don’t want you to have to deal with all this! The colonel is the best chance I got. I gotta support my family, cause I ain’t gonna let 'em get into a situation like that ever again. I know I can be great and make a difference in this shit world. But I can’t do that on my own. I need help, and he’s gonna help me. He’s the only one who can, so I gotta trust him.”

“Fine!” she yells, throwing her hands up. “But why won’t you just admit that he told ya to break up with me?! I know he did. That’s all I wanted, Elvis! I just wanted to hear the truth from your lips. I didn’t wanna be lied to!”

“Yes! Alright, yes! He did advise me to break up with you! But his advice ain’t the only reason! I want you outta my life! I want you somewhere safe where you don’t gotta deal with none of this shit! All these people, th-these women, throwin themselves on me all the time! Hangin round my house! Callin my goddamn phone! All these cameras and photographers takin pictures of me every time I fuckin breathe. I didn’t wanna put ya through all that. It ain’t fair to ya!”

“Well,” she says weakly, her bottom lip starting to tremble. “Then I guess I’ll leave if ya want me to. The only reason I was here anyway is because ya mama asked me to come but I can go tomorrow. I’ll move back to Louisiana and live with Daddy.”

“No. See that’s the worst fucking thing bout it,” he continues. “I don’t want you to leave at all. Not even a little bit.”

They're both leaning into each other, their faces half angry and half sad. Both of their eyes are brimming with tears. Their faces are close without touching. Bird doesn’t know what to say to him, so her eyes desperately search his instead.

“I want you here all the damn time. I think about ya every second of every day,” he continues, reaching up to touch her cheek. “I want you every second of every day. Damn it, Lil Birdie, you have no fuckin idea how badly I wanted to rip this dress off ya body and have my way with ya right there. How badly I wanna touch ya, feel ya, make ya feel good, hear how ya scream my name.”

She closes her eyes, leaning into his hand and biting her lip.

“And it ain’t jus that. I love bein with ya, talkin to ya. Everything about you draws me in. It’s like a trap. But I can’t keep doin this with ya. It’s like one day you want me and when I come too close, you push me away. And I jus don’t think…that I can be around ya if you don’t love me back. Because…Lil Birdie, I ain’t ever loved anyone or anythin as much as I love you. With my entire being. Everythin that I am. And bein around you…it just hurts too damn much.”

His voice starts to crack at the end of the sentence and he drops his head. She hears him sniff and notices his shoulders lightly shaking. All of her uncomfortable tingles fall away, and she quickly moves closer to him to rest her palms on the sides of his face. She lifts it to see his eyes underneath the dark night sky. Tears are streaming down his cheeks but she hurriedly wipes them away.

“No, no, no, no. Oh, Elvis, I didn’t mean to…I didn’t want any of this. I never meant to hurt ya I just don’t trust the Colonel, that’s all. He’s a manipulator, just like my daddy can be. I know it cause I see the same things in him that I see in my own daddy. All he’ll do is hurt ya and ruin ya. And I can’t,” she gets choked up,” I can’t take that.”

“It doesn't matter none. Nunna this does if you don’t love me anyhow,” he quietly breathes out. She sniffs hard and looks up at the moon and stars, trying to will her emotions into subservience.

“I…I didn’t say it before cause I was afraid, okay?” she whispers. The tears fall silently down her face now, staining her skin. “The last person I said it to was my mama, right before she died. And I haven't said it to nobody else since then, cause…”

She loses her voice, both embarrassed and afraid of the secret words she has never voiced to anyone other than herself.

“Cause what?” he asks, looking up at her with glossy eyes.

“Nothin. It’s stupid,” she replies, pinching the bridge of her nose. He pries her fingers loose and tilts her chin toward him.

“There ain’t nothin you could ever say to me that’s stupid. Talk to me, baby.”

His sweet blue eyes always hold so much passion and when they're trained on her, it feels like she's the most expensive object in the world. The only one worth looking at. She takes a shaky breath.

“Well, the thing is, ya see, my mama was real sick. On her deathbed sick, and I went to visit her at the hospital and I…well I told her that I loved her. And she jus…” the tears start streaming again. “She jus died! Right there! Right after I’d said it…I can’t never say it again, Elvis. I’m terrified that it’s gonna…th-that I’m gonna…”

“Kill someone?”

She winces in pain as she tries to hold back her tears.

“I told ya it was stupid.”

“It ain’t stupid, baby,” he says, moving to cup her cheek. “No, it ain’t stupid. And I’m sorry if I pressured ya, I just didn’t know.”

“How could ya? I never told nobody. Not even daddy. This is the first time I’ve ever said it out loud, actually.”

He scoots as close to her as he can with the gear shift between them and strokes both of her cheeks with his thumbs.

“I know you care bout me. That much is obvious, specially since I know you didn’t come all the way up here to help my mama in the kitchen,” he says, smiling. She releases a sad laugh. “That’s more of a nightmare than a dream. And I can feel it in the way you look at me. I can tell. But if you ain’t ready to say it, I ain’t gonna make ya. I just…I would really like it if…can we try again?”

She looks at him in the moonlight. His hair is disheveled, pushed back onto his head and tangled. He looks so incredibly handsome in the pale moonlight as it casts soft, hazy shadows over his features.

“Please, Lil Birdie, can we try again?”

Bird nods. He offers a small smile, bringing her head to his lips to kiss her forehead gently. She closes her eyes and eagerly accepts it. When he pulls back, he releases her and turns back around in his seat. She stays put, gazing at him in the moonlight again as he leans his head back against the seat and heaves a big breath. He looks more relaxed, but his lips are pressed into a straight line.

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Gathering what energy she has left, she climbs out of the car and walks around to his side. She holds out her hand, silently, nudging his finger with hers. He glances over at her with sad eyes and she speaks.

“Dance with me.”

She means to ask him but it comes out more like a command.

“We ain’t got no music,” he mumbles. She leans over him in the car, flicking on the radio and punching a few different stations until she lands on one with a slow song. “Cry to Me” by Solomon Burke.

[ -> Cry to Me ]

“Now what’s your excuse?” she asks.

He says nothing.

“Dance with me, Elvis.”

She wiggles her fingers and he glances up before reaching for her hand. She pops open the door to the car and he swings his legs out, standing up. After he straightens up, she has to glance up at him. She drags him in front of the car, the headlights casting shadows of their bodies onto the grass canvas behind them. Bird carefully moves her hands to his chest, stepping closer to him. His arms weakly wind around her waist and lay limp on her hips. When she looks up to see his chin pointed down, she slides a few fingers underneath it and raises his eyes up to yours. He looks soft, sweet, and subdued staring down at her. She begins to sway from side to side, gently and intimately.

She slides her hands up his chest and pulls him close to her, winding her arms up and around his neck. She slides your fingers onto the nape of his neck, gingerly yanking on the tuft of hair at the bottom of his head. His head slowly tilts back in acceptance of her touch. She feels his arms strengthen, pulling her closer, and he lowers his forehead to hers. She sways her hips against him to the rhythm of the music and slowly starts to lean her head back. His grip on her waist tightens as she bends the top half of her body all the way back, hinging at the waist like she'd watched a few women do at the club. When she comes back up to him, she runs your hands over the soft lace of his pink top, taking in all the texture you can. She nods her face up, brushing her lips softly against his. His eyes close and she hears his deep breaths as he grips onto what little fabric of her dress he can clutch.

“You made me a promise once,” Bird whispers against his lips.

“Nah, it ain’t right,” he responds, shaking his head. And She knows he remembers what he’d promised her on the lake.

“And breakin a promise is?” she asks, pulling back to look into his eyes.

She winds her whole arm around his shoulders, and he supports her back as he dips her in a circle. When he pulls her back up, his arms travel up her back, his hands clutching onto her shoulders. Somehow, he manages to pull her even further into him. Their bodies are pressed together again, just like they had been at the club. Bird's insides start to throb as he feels him grow against her leg. He needs her and she desperately wants to give him what he requires.

“Unless…you don’t want me,” she suggests, knowing she's wrong but giving him an easy out if he really doesn’t feel up to it. He shakes his head immediately and chuckles softly.

As their bodies sway together to the music, friction increases between their skin. She tilts her head to the side and he moves his head into the space she'd created for him. His breath is warm on her neck and his lips brush against her skin. Not kissing it, but almost. She feels one of his hands travel down the dress and onto her ass. As she leans her body backward again, he supports her entire frame with one arm, his eyes tracking her body as it moves fluidly. He watches the way her neck exposes itself to him with hunger. He pulls her up again to his eye level. His face is obscured by shadows in the moonlight but even in the darkness, she can see the desire, the dark lust, the need for her.

“Oh hell no, baby girl. I want ya somethin fierce,” he says. “I always do.”

And she can tell the difference between his expression now compared to the one from the club. This one isn’t just lust. It’s desire. He doesn’t just want her body. He wants all of her. Whatever she has to give.

Her head is still tilted and she closes her eyes as he drags his hot lips up the skin and onto her cheek. He presses his forehead against hers. She keeps her eyes shut, not wanting to see, only to feel his hands, his mouth on her. His presence.

“Then take me,” she whispers, bringing her fingers up to his face. She sensually drags them down his cheekbones and to his lips. He groans, quietly, in contentment and she smiles.

“I can’t.”

“Why not? I’m givin you everything ya need. I’m givin you permission, no I’m askin for it. I’m beggin for it. For ya to love me in every way that you can…because I love you.”

His eyes flash open in shock and his hand slides onto her face to stroke her cheekbone.

“I love you, Elvis,” she repeats and a smile breaks onto her face.

She releases a tense breath, feeling free from the cage she'd locked herself in. He returns the expression with the smile of someone so deeply in love. In the way his eyes search her and see her, she can feel his love. It swirls around her and pulls her into a warm embrace.

The next time she leans back to be dipped, he reaches through the slit in the side of the dress to grab onto her thigh. His fingers dig deep into the skin, supporting her without question. And he pulls her flush against him, expertly angling his hips into her heat. She gasps, letting her head fall back again. And she starts to move in rhythm against his hips. He slowly raises her up again to let her lips brush together once more and she feels his lips twitch up into a small smirk.

She hovers by his lips for a moment before letting her fingers drag across his chest. She takes in the feeling of the lace, the soft skin of his chest in between and watches as her fingers pull apart the open flaps. She circles around to his back, running her hands up his spine and feeling him shudder underneath her touch. As she circles back to the front, she lets her fingers fall uncomfortably low on his back, ghosting over his bum and then teasing the skin right above his belt loops. His eyes flutter closed for a second, his lips falling open. She raises herself onto tip-toes, whispering into his ear.

“Take me, Elvis.”

By the way his fingers turn her around, she can tell that he’s giving in. His hands slide effortlessly down her abdomen, creeping closer to her heat. She turns her head just for a moment but it’s enough time for his lips to return to her neck. He doesn’t kiss it, doesn’t bite it, just rests there, teasing the skin. He deftly unclips the top part of her dress fastened around her neck and the straps fall open, resting on her chest and exposing the tops of her breasts for him to access. She breathes heavily, feeling the mounds expand and contract. She throws her arm up and over his shoulder, grasping onto his neck as she gyrates her hips back into him. His hand moves to wind around her ribcage, just below her breasts. So close but so far. He whips her around to face him.

“I love this dress,” he says, smirking. “Let’s destroy it.”

He walks her back until her thighs hit the front hood of the car. She slides her hands down his chest, pulling up on the fabric of the lace top and untucking it from his pants. She lifts the shirt up over his head and tosses it somewhere on the grass. Her hands return to his shoulders, running down his smooth skin and feeling the hair on his chest. She bites her lip, nudging her nose against his. She feels him twitch against her and raise his lips up. She denies him a kiss, even as his hands slide underneath her legs and lift her up onto the hood of the car. Her pussy is throbbing now with him pressing against her to intensify the feeling. She spreads her legs, pulling him in between her thighs. He nestles his head into her neck again and this time, he gives her what she needs.

He kisses the skin hotly and then bites it playfully, pulling on the skin. She sighs with pleasure. His calloused hands push the fabric of the dress aside to run up her thighs. He leans on top of her, pulling her leg around his hip. She lets him lay her down on top of the hood, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him in. Her eyes are locked despite the movement. She can feel him even more now as he leans against her on top of the car. Her pussy screams for contact and she wiggles to try and get some. He's positioned his hand behind her head to protect it from the metal hood of the car, and his fingers splay onto her neck to support her.

Her hands fly to his face, gently stroking both of his cheeks with her thumbs. They look at each other for a minute, sharing a silent expression of love. Her head bobs forward without realizing, wanting his lips. But he's too far away, so all her action does is show him how badly she needs his lips. She's waited long enough. He caresses her so gently, tilting his face down and finally pressing his lips to hers. The perfect kind of kiss, sweet but still passionate. His plump lips wrap perfectly around hers, and as he kisses her, he applies more pressure. She pushes back, liking the little game they're playing.

He runs his tongue over her lower lip and she pushes him back to look at him. She can feel her eyes growing heavy with lust and she knows he probably finds her sexier than ever with how badly she clearly wants him. He leans down again and she opens her mouth for him to slip in. Their tongues dance together, swirling around each other. He gently thrusts against her. She whimpers quietly and lets her hands slide down the smooth skin of his chest again.

She pushes him back, leaning up to stay in contact with his lips, but staying far enough back that she can dance her fingers down to the skin above his belt. She feels his stomach suck in a breath as she grabs onto the metal belt hook and pulls him harshly against her. He grunts and she smirks into the kiss as she starts to unhook his belt. She angrily pulls it out of the loops and throws it onto the ground, wanting it out of the way. As she slides down off the hood, his hands fall to her waist and then onto her ass, squeezing it hard. She unbuttons and unzips his pants, wickedly running her fingers down into the pants and over his hard dick. He slides his hands around her waist, gripping her hard, and yanks himself away.

“Jump,” he commands, breathlessly.

She does as he directs and he pulls her effortlessly onto his hips. She wraps her legs around him, winding her arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately, frantically, deeply.

He carries her around to the side of the car, pushing her legs down. She plops to the ground and he flips her around again to pull her body against him. His hands travel up her sides, under her armpits, pushing her arms above her head. She leaves them up, wiggling her fingers into the chilly air as his fingers tickle her upper back while he unzips the dress. She feels hot breath and wet kisses on her back as he pushes the fabric aside and kisses down her spine. She shudders and arches her back when he swipes his tongue over her lower back. He pushes the fabric down her body and pulls it off her hips, leaving her only in a strapless bra, panties, and the garter belt holding up her silk stockings.

She turns around and leans against the door to the backseat. He kneels underneath you, pulling her leg up and over his shoulder. He runs his hands down her thighs, tugging on the straps of the garter belt. She pants and bites her lip, watching his fingers dance across her skin. He unclips the belt and wraps his fingers around the tops of the stockings, slowly, agonizingly rolling them back off her legs. He kisses down her thighs, down her kneecaps, her shins, and onto the tops of her feet. He does her other leg and she wiggles in anticipation, feeling her desire start to leak through her panties and the swollen lips of her pussy.

Elvis’ hands claw their way back up to the belt, unfastening it from her waist and letting it fall to the ground. As he stands, his hands slide up her back, clutching onto her bra and pushing it open. He sways her back and forth to the music still coming from the radio, pressing himself flush against her. He opens the door to the backseat and she lets him lay her down as he flings the bra off to some unknown space in the grass. She giggles giddily, bending her knees to wrap around his hips as he lowers himself down onto her.

She kisses him eagerly, clutching onto the back of his neck and pushing her hips down into him. His hands slide up her stomach, massaging her breasts as he bites and pulls on her lips. As soon as his fingers latch onto her nipple, she moans into his lips.

“So sexy…” he mumbles as he pulls back roughly to latch his lips onto her nipple.

His tongue swirls around the sensitive skin and her fingers tangle themselves into his hair. The chilled wind means that Bird's nipples are standing to attention and she can tell that he likes it. He sucks on the sensitive skin around her breasts, nipping at her nipple and pulling it between his teeth. She moans breathlessly, grabbing painfully onto his hair. She feels him moan back into her skin, which only makes her wetter. He releases her skin and the cold wind freezes the moisture on her. She frantically pulls at his hair and face, wanting him back on her lips.

He crashes up onto her and her fingers desperately clutch lower on his body, pushing the fabric of his pants away. He pulls back, straightening and she jumps to help him toss his pants off. When they’re laying lifeless on the ground, she pushes him down onto the seat, climbing on top of his waist to straddle him. His hands fall to her ass as she pushes him all the way back onto the seats, leaning over him and letting her hair tickle his chest.

“Fuck…so sexy, lil mama,” he says, biting his lip. Bird smirks, feeling her pussy throb at his words.

His mouth falls open with labored breathing as he runs his tongue over his teeth at the sight of her on top of him. She starts to move her hips against him, pushing her ass into the air as she leans down to kiss his neck. His hands grip her ass harder, pushing her back and forth as she grinds on his dick. He growls as she bites hard onto his neck.

“Goddamn, lil mama, where the hell d’you learn to do that?” he asks, and she just giggles.

“Oh, I got a good teacher,” she responds, dragging a finger across his lips.

His wet lips open and she slides her finger in. She bites her lip at the feeling of his tongue swirling around her finger. Her breathing is ragged and she doesn't know how her pussy could get more swollen than it already is. She's so wet that she can barely even feel the juices she's sure are leaking out of her pussy. She mischievously leans close to him as if she's going to press a kiss on his lips. Just as he leans up to brush his lips against hers, she wickedly pulls back. He jerks forward and his eyes fly open at her sudden absence. He grips her hips as he sits up, and she starts to fall back until he catches her in his arm. She smirks, knowing she's teased him successfully.

“Bad girl,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Get on ya back.”

She nods enthusiastically, hopping off of him and switching places. He returns to her breasts, peppering them with kisses and sucking the skin. He drags his luscious lips all the way down her body and hooks his fingers into her underwear. He pulls them off and stretches her leg out, kissing down the skin. He gets to her inner thigh, and she physically peels her body off the cushion. Anything she has to do to get him to touch her throbbing folds. He bites and pulls on the skin of her inner thigh, as close as humanly possible to her heat and she whimpers and groans.

“Please…” she whispers, without meaning to. Elvis looks up at her from where he is, a wicked smile pasted on his face.

“What d’you say, baby girl?”

“Please,” she breathes louder and catches herself moaning, even though he’s not touching her.

He finally runs a finger up her folds and she can't help but notice how easily it slides through the liquid. She shivers and bites her lip hard, closing her eyes instinctively. Fuck, it feels so good. But his finger only lingers for a moment before it disappears. Her eyes shoot open, and she whimpers again, wiggling her hips.

“You’re so fuckin wet for me, Lil Birdie, goddamn,” he says in a deep, raspy voice. “You been this wet for me all night?”

“You been that hard for me all night,” she shoots sback, dragging a toe along his hard dick. He sucks in a breath and grabs her foot.

“Behave now, lil mama. You had ya time to be a tease. It's my turn, now.”

He runs a finger up her folds again and she convulses with a groan.

“You like that, don’t ya, princess? How I tease ya?”

“Y-yes,” she replies softly.

“Ya just so perfect, all wet and swollen for me. It’d be a shame to ruin it,” he says, running two fingers up her wetness.

She balls her fingers into fists and thrashes around on the leather seats. He looks up at her, his eyes dark with lust. He bites his lip and licks her folds, sucking on her clit. She moans loudly at the feeling of his coarse tongue drawing shapes on her sensitive nerves. She grasps at the side of the seat when he licks it again and then inserts a finger.

“Shit, so loose,” he mutters, pumping a finger in and out for only a few seconds before adding another finger and then another.

Three is as many as she can handle at the moment, the tightness becoming uncomfortable. He pumps his three fingers in and out of her a few more times, her juices sloshing from the movement of his fingers.

He pulls out and she watches with an open mouth as he licks his fingers clean, one at a time. His tongue swirls daintily around each finger, and she clutches, white-knuckled, onto the bench of the car. He gives her a quick kiss on her clit and she throws her head back with a sharp intake of breath. He picks up her legs, pulling him into his lap. She pants, feeling him twitch hard below her.

“You still a virgin, darlin?” he asks and she nods. His eyes light up. “Good. Now, I made ya a promise, and I intend to keep that promise. But I gotta ask ya. Is this what you want? Here in the back of the car? Not at home in a bed.”

“Here is fine,” she responds quickly, reaching to grasp him to her. He shakes his head, removing her hands from his neck and holding them to his chest.

“I’m serious, Lil Birdie. This what ya want? I ain’t about to ruin ya first time.”

“You couldn’t ruin it if you tried, Elvis,” she replies, running her hands down his face, his arms, his body. “Everything is perfect, baby. I just want you. All of ya. Everythin you can give me. I want it all.”

He smiles sweetly and presses a kiss to her forehead. He leans over the front seat and pops open the glove box to get out a condom.

“How long have those been in there?” she asks, laughing.

“Just a few hours,” he says sheepishly. “Got some from B.B. at the club.”

She giggles, falling back onto the leather seats, and watches as he rolls the strange thing over his hard dick. He pumps it a few times to make sure it’s secure and Bird gulps as he comes closer. He leans down to kiss her, resting his dick against her heat. She resists the urge to move, letting herself get familiar with him but also teasing her nerves in the process. She kisses him, sweetly and sensually. No biting, no licking, just lips meeting other lips. When he pulls back, his eyes are full of lust.

“You’re all mine,” he whispers, tucking a strand of sweaty hair behind her ear. “I get ya all to myself. You’re so pure, untouched. And here I getta ruin ya. Make ya feel things you ain’t never felt before.”

“Go slow,” she says, smiling, and he nods.

“Don’t worry, Lil Birdie, I’ll take my time. I want this to be good for ya. Perfect.”

He gently grabs his dick and runs it along her folds a few times. She breathes in quickly and bites her lip. He smirks and gently guides the tip in. She squeezes her eyes shut and digs her nails into his bicep as she feels his member stretching out her skin. It’s painful but not as bad as she has been expecting. He rests inside her for a moment, brushing hair out of her eyes and kissing her forehead softly.

“I love you," he whispers and she opens her eyes. He’s smiling down at her with a face so loving that it almost draws tears to her eyes.

“I love you,” she replies, stroking his cheek. “I’m ready.”

He nods, slowly starting to thrust in and out of her. She winds her arms around him, pulling him close to her. His head buries itself in her neck, biting and sucking on the skin as he slowly pushes in and out of her. It still hurts and Bird's eyes grow watery with tears. But as he wraps his arms underneath her, pulling her as close to him as possible, it starts to hurt less. Her moans increase as she gets more comfortable and they fall into rhythm with his movements. Her body starts to respond on its own, moving in time with his thrusts. Her hips rise up meet him and he speeds up after she shows him she can take it.

“You’re so fuckin tight, lil mama,” he whispers in her ear. She moans through a smile in response, tangling her hands into his hair. As she yanks harshly on the locks, he moans and grunts.

“Elvis…” she moans, and he growls.

“I love it when ya say my name, baby.”

She giggles.

“Elvis…” she repeats, dragging out the last ‘s’. He hisses out a breath.

“Hell, Bird, you’re so infuriatin. You got me fucked up bad,” he says, and she feels his muscles flexing underneath her fingers.

She digs her nails into his back, throwing her head back. He takes the opportunity to press his lips against her neck. He grips her lower back, pushing her up so that it arches. She moans frantically between breaths, raking her fingers down his smooth back.

“I’m go-I’m gonna…” she chokes out.

“Hold off jus a lil longer, sugar,” he says, grunting as he slams into her.

Bird's body is moving without her control, pushing him on and on, deeper and deeper into her. She bites her lip hard, probably drawing blood, and scratches his back, clenching her thighs. Whatever she has to do to hold off until she get spermission. His movements grow sloppier as he nears his own orgasm. He sweats, the droplets dripping off of his hair and onto her skin. In any other scenario, she'd be disgusted. But the thought of his scent marking her, claiming her, it’s everything.

“Elvis, baby, I can’t,” she whimpers, curling her toes.

“It’s okay, lil mama,”  he grunts. “Let go.”

One more thrust is all that she needs. She feels her stomach clench and waves of pleasure roll over her. Her body shudders and she screams as she reaches the top of the mountain. She slowly slides down the other side as Elvis pulls out of her, pumping himself a few times to finish off. Her legs are shaking, vibrating with the painful pleasure that spreads through her veins. She breathes raggedly, shakily.

Elvis is kneeling above her, his abs shuddering. His hair is pushed back, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. His mouth is dark red, hanging open in a satisfied half-smile. She rests her hands on her head and breathes out a laugh. Elvis takes a deep breath and rolls off of the seat onto the floor of the car. A few moments of silence pass, both of them trying to get ahold of their breathing.

“So…that’s sex, huh?” she asks, breathless.

[ -> "In the Still of the Night" ]

She lazily lets her fingers drop down to him, and he clamps onto them. He says nothing and when she rolls over to glance down at him, his eyes are closed, a dumb smile pasted onto his features. She chuckles, rolling onto her stomach so that she can peer at him. His eyes open and look up at her. His face looks so handsome, flushed with red cheeks from the heat of her sex. His hair is sticking to his forehead and up in the air at the same time, laying sexily all over him.

“How was it?” he asks. Her lips curve up into a huge smile and she shakes her head.

“Let’s just say I’d really, really like to do it again sometime. Preferably sometime soon."

He smiles handsomely, closing his eyes.

“You know, baby,” he continues. “I’ve been with a lotta women. But ain’t nobody ever got me all shook up like you. You got me hot all night, sweatin my ass off cause I needed ya so bad. You showin up in that dress and dancin around like some kinda mythical siren or somethin," he pauses to laugh. "I ain’t never been so aroused in my whole life. Not to mention the way you move. You got a god-given gift for this, girl. But I’m glad I could make it good for ya.”

She gently touches his face, dragging a finger along his swollen lips. He opens one eye and smiles mischievously, popping her finger into his mouth and running his tongue over the nerves. She playfully smacks him and laughs but her joy falters for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I shoulda told you about everythin. I shoulda said it the day ya left. That I loved you. That I love you. I’ve hated myself every day since then cause I let you walk away. And then when your mama called, I jus wanted to see you so badly. I thought maybe you would just fall in love with me all over again.”

“It’s okay, darlin,” he says, sitting up. He takes your fingers in his hands and kisses them gently. “I never shoulda put ya in that situation. It was wrong of me. I knew I loved you. Hell, I knew I loved you since that first day we took our first walk together back from the hayride. And I never fell outta love with you neither. You hurt me somethin bad, but I never stopped lovin you all those days. All that time.”

Bird squeezes his fingers, leaning down to kiss him.

“I ain’t gonna lie to ya,” he says. “It won’t be easy, bein with me through all this. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. I want you here, with me, forever. I’ll always love you, Lil Birdie.”

“I love ya more,” she responds. They at each other for a moment before the wind blows through the air and Bird shivers.

“You’re freezin,” he says. He hops out of the car to go searching for something. She folds your arms over your chest to try and stay warm.

“What’re ya lookin for?”

“My goddamn jacket! Where the hell is it?” he yells and she laughs at the sight of him, completely and totally naked, stalking around like bigfoot trying to find his clothes in the dark. He laughs and she buries her head into your hands.

“Aha!” he shouts and she laughs harder, feeling tears well in her eyes. Happy tears, for the first time in a long time.

He comes back with the biggest, most proud smile on his face. He drops it over your body and, surprisingly, it’s much warmer than you’re expecting.

“That’s better. Let’s get ya home before you freeze to death,” he says. She climbs out of the car and leans down to pick up your crumpled dress, not realizing the show you’re giving Elvis.

“Or before I lose control of myself and ravish you again." 

She whirls around to smack him but he grabs her arms and pulls her into him. She laughs and he places a soft kiss on her lips. She quickly gathers up the rest of the clothes and hops back into the car. She listens to the radio on low, holding his hand and leaning her head back with closed eyes. The wind feels soothing and refreshing, even though it’s a bit cold. They don't say anything to each other on the way back, just sit in comfortable, content silence. Every so often, Elvis raises Bird's fingers to his lips to kiss them…

“Birdie, baby girl, wake up,” she stirs to Elvis’ soft, raspy voice. They're back in the driveway at Graceland. “You fell asleep, baby. C’mon, Imma take you inside.”

“But I don’t have a bed 'ere,” Birdy mumbles, as he lifts her out of the car, bridal style. She rubs your eyes and then holds onto his neck.

“Oh no,” he says in a sing-songy voice and smirks. “I guess we’ll have to share.”

She smiles and giggles, burying her head in his neck. He carries her inside, quietly, and sneaks her up the stairs and into his room. She borrows one of his extra shirts to sleep in and crawls into the bed. They probably smell like sex but Bird doesn't care. Once he wraps his warm, strong arms around her, she's the happiest she's ever been.

“You’re my girl, Birdie baby,” Elvis whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Forever,” she whispers before falling into a deep sleep.

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[lowkeyrobin]

EVIL DEAD RISE ; what kind of music you listen to with them

includes ; danny, bridget, kassie (platonic), ellie & beth

warnings ; language, my kinda bad music taste tbh

masterlist

DANNY

either stuff like sneaker pimps, gorillaz, and lil peep or quannnic, the cure, nirvana, paramore

he plays whatever makes you happy, especially if it's something he also likes

probably listens to music to sleep as well

like, hozier, phoebe bridgers, probably movie scores that are calm and kinda relaxing as well

sometimes you guys sit in silence with the music and relish each others company or you're having a dance party in front of hundreds cheering his dj skills on

religiously wears headphones, doesn't matter if they're wireless or not

he's very anti-earbuds bc they don't fit his ears properly LMAOOO

honestly same....

but he's scared it'll make him get hearing loss sooner bc they don't let the sound out a bit so he sticks w his muffs

keeps him warm in the winter 🤷‍♂️/🤷‍♀️

BRIDGET

mazzy star, florence + the machine, hozier, blue foundation, seal, james marriott

I feel like she's into calmer kinda music, but not like basic calm music if that makes sense??

I don't think she's an arctic monkeys/tv girl indie/pop/idk fan iykwim

she likes just being in your presence when she listens to music cause she wants to have those songs remind her of you somehow

like if you're on the bus, in the car, she's the type to usually have her earbuds in, probably does the spotify party thing with you LMAO

that way you don't have to share earbuds or anything

danny constantly teases you guys bc your music taste differs but you're totally swooning for her so you always listen to her music lol

KASSIE

taylor swift idk

what do little kids listen to these days??? 💀💀💀

cmon she's like 10 at max gimme a break

she honestly just picks whatever she likes on your playlists if she needs something to entertain her in the car and whatnot

I mean I'm like that too sometimes I just can't stare out the window in silence I need my music lmao

she probably just has default pop radio music taste, she's too young for a phone anyways lmao

gets any actual music taste from her siblings and you though

ELLIE

probably listens to the pretty reckless and halestorm here and there, prefers more pop music though

probably like muni long, normani, hozier, taylor swift, only the plastic hearts album by miley cyrus, etc

mostly a female artist listener

I just get that vibe from her

her and Beth for sure went to a lot of female lead rock bands before her kids + Jay in general

like evanescence, halestorm, pretty reckless, in this moment, flyleaf

she'd still enjoy listening to rock though, just gotta be in a pumped up mood, like doing chores or working out yk

would enjoy dorothy, lacuna coil, etc

she strikes me as a person who plays music in the house/car but never wirh headphones or anything bc she likes to get shit done and when she's sitting down, she's just trying to relax and music gets her kinda pumped up lmao

loves when u show her new songs tho, she loves adding them to her mixes or whatever

she strikes me as a pandora mom

BETH

she for sure listens to spiritbox, megan thee stallion (she's a nicki anti I know it, me too), halestorm, pretty reckless, new years day, in this moment, september mourning, eminem, rihanna

a lot of like 2000s-2010s legends lol

I feel like she listens to Megan a lot to pump herself up bc real tbh

cobra ft spiritbox is her all time fav song

holy shit she rants about this song to members of her team for a week straight

gets like 300 plays on it by the time spotify wrapped comes out

she strikes me as a yt music user HELP

she loves introducing you to new rock bands, especially ones w female leads

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[gaiuskamilah]

love this actually, pls rank the blades lis (plus aerin of course) on the most to least likely to fuck inside a church 🙏

LMFAOOOO OK most to least likely to fuck in a church, the church in this context being the temple of light (and forgetting that theres a diamond scene where u can makeout with tyril/nia in an old temple):

1. mal - he's very much anti-religious orders and their institutional power so i think he'd be sooo down to fuck in a church just as big fuck you to the faith and the people behind it.

2. imtura - initially i was thinking that she and mal share the first spot but imtura does follow orcish faith so i think she'd be just a bit less inclined to fuck in a church in comparison to mal (mal did want to take the gold imtura intended to be an offering to the sea). orcish faith is a lot more decentralized than the Light though and imtura is on the same side as mal on topics regarding this 99% of the time, so she goes in second.

3. aerin - aerin was already pretty knowledgeable about the shit that goes on in the temple of light and while initially he'd have some reservations about fucking in a temple - whether from decorum or shame because of what he's done - i think as long as you make sure you're in a secluded spot you can convince him to fuck LMAO

4. tyril - he's kind of on the same boat with aerin because he has yet to fully unlearn the whole decorum thing with his upbringing, but i put him lower because he also very much actually follows the light and would probably still have some reservations about fucking in a temple. he CAN be persuaded though if his masquerade dance scene is any indication, and he's also lowkey an exhibitionist so i think if you can persuade him to fuck in a church it would be really fun HSJSHSJDJKD

5. nia - THIS ISNT TO SAY SHE WOULDNT FUCK IN A CHURCH BUT i think it would take her more encouragement because despite it all she still follows the Light (more piously than tyril does) and works with the temple. it's a complicated. after you guys fuck she'll probably go on to write a whole new theology about the Light and desire if there isn't already (elves do have gods in relation to sex and desire but i dont think the morella civilizations are past anti-sex modesty stuff tbh JDDKEJKFJD), though i think it would be controversial in morella religious circles with how much of following the Light requires giving up your body - implying that worldly indulgences are Bad

#this made me think of aerin and mc fucking in a church and him finding absolution in them and their light. oh well #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #nsft #liza tag #answered